#sweating bc words are scattering and escaping me

[muwitch]

The moon for your rookery

TY SO MUCH FOR THESE <3 answering these epic tarot rook asks I am, as matter of fact, vomiting words here again, so going under the cut!

Lucius [SD]

Where do I even unpack with that one…

The jig is on, the cat is out. Most of Luc’s problems and personal quests are tightly tied to him being a Radonis’ nepo baby [one of several but alas]. And it wouldn’t be so bad actually, if he wasn’t also half rivaini, which in a highly ancestral society is not always looked positively upon. Besides we are speaking Tevinter.

By his birth he is put down in a rat race he despises, yet desires to win so desperately just to prove everyone and especially the absolutely absent father figure wrong, and do so with gusto. He adopts quite a machiavellian approach to his own life and how he works toward that complicated goal. He joins Shadows out of late teen rebellion and for the longest time is not there really for the cause, there is an ulterior motive lingering in the back of his head. That is a blindspot he later forgets about and it bites him in the ass years after. Painfully.

He’s an altus mage. He generally tends to think of larger categories and despite them being of “greater good” it takes time for him to narrow them down to see not only calculation and statistics where it should be people. He radicalises pretty easily. He knows there’s collateral damage, always. And he thinks he’s ready for those sacrifices to be made. Exitus acta probat.

He’s (not by choice) a bloodmage - occasionally - and it ties with a certain will to sometimes impose cruelty both on others and himself. It requires a sort of forceful detachment in important matters. It also comes with crushing feelings of guilt and self-resentment he constantly tries to justify. Magic is a tool, right?

From all of the above Luc has this bivalent nature where he has no idea where he actually, truly belongs, because he’s already quite detached from Rivain and despite living in Tevinter since age 5, always constantly reminded he is not fully a vint. Not in a certain sense. He’s a Shadow Dragon, but has to lie to his comrades 24/7 about his identity in pretty little words. And he thinks he’s doing the right thing by doing so, protecting them from himself - from all that comes of him really being himself with all the luggage - but mostly protecting himself. All that pia fraus is a direct product of his upbringing. He’s all tangled in that complicated web of self-lies he’d build over the years that he forgets himself that omnia mea mecum porto.

On the brighter side all the “good” values per se come from his mother. They take root and survive in small rebellious acts long enough to sprout when he’s ready. Despite his efforts to convince himself of being what he is, he still has lots of compassion and understanding to people around him. And is not immune to making connections, to value honesty (toward himself of course, but at least he’s ready to reciprocate as deep as the situation dictates) and things that are humane in their nature. He wants and  tries to be a bigger person, something better, something lighter, something others can look up to. Once, twice, slowly trying to right the wrongs that already happened. (Not like there isn't a certain influence in his inner circle about that).

Watch him be bitten in the ass again for it.

Gwyn [GW]

Ah, my sweet Fereldan child. Daughter of two hailed heroes. Heiress to the teyrnir of Amarantine. Current king-consort’s niece. Beloved and cherished and protected from a younger age. THE disney princess. 

Gwyn is no stranger to a little bit of entitlement because of her heritage, and, specifically, her family history, aka Warden Cousland’s beef with First Warden(s). Gwyn thinks, a bit naively, because she’s barely 19, that she just knows better. It’s the teen maximalism at its best and worst in her, taking her own experience at Vigil’s Keep and her mother’s style of managing the Wardens as ideal. 

She also thinks because of that she, Gwyn, knows how to handle shit, especially concerning wardens, she has this natural ego, this belief she HAS TO step up and do things. Which is a polar sort of entitlement to that of Luc’s. She feels this responsibility which neither of her parents wanted her to bear, and a bit of dreams of heroics.

Combined with competence acquired by training at home and all the runaway hot girl shit, makes her think only she could handle certain things. She has to learn to rely on others as much as she relies on herself, not only inspiring them to be self-sufficient, but actively engaging to let them reach out to her and share the burdens that are too heavy to carry alone.

Due to runaway reasons, while we are at it, she’s more on the same page with peasantry than actual royalty she technically belongs to by birth. Her dislike of Fereldan post-Blight politics and her mother’s involvement in it, she transfers the same approach to authority to other places, which is, in hindsight, not the best strategy to have. She purposefully hides her family name by going as Gwyneth Thorne for those reasons and from time to time it bites her back, but not as painful. (But only until South gets blighted and she has THE experience firsthand).

Despite her mature image, Gwyn’s whole motivation for the Rook business is to help cure her parents. As simple as that, and she’s so single minded about it, she forgets to focus on other things. Forgets that she’s still a child with a gaping weeping hole made by her parents absence. One she’s desperately trying to stuff with something for years. She forgets she needs to let herself be vulnerable, open. Not some fearless brave warrior a Warden should be, not the effective leader, but just a person. When she lets herself cry for the first time that’s gonna be a revelation.

Also, she’s Fereldan, that lot comes with the funniest bundle of biases. Despite her education Gwyn would be either spouting the pup nonsense as much as harding, or be a surprised picachu for the whole year Varric drags her around as they track Solas. She easily forgets things are not what they were “back home” and when calculating she should probably consider cultural differences instead of assuming - she’s working on it, honestly.

And the funniest bias she’s is with the griffons, because not only did Wardens AGAIN conceal things, fuck them up, but she also wants one for herself. She earned it. No she wants one now, Davrin, we gonna bag the weeping howler, get me bow. 

[theapangea]

I love your fics omfggggg

can you do one where fwb wants to be in an actual relationship but lip doesn’t so they end things with him. then lip realizes that he loved her after it was too late. Angst with fluff at the end 💞💞

(I’m sorry this is like my first time requesting anything 💀)

Thank you so much for trusting me with writing this for you and pls do not be sorry - seriously means so much to me <3. This is a long one bc I feel there is just so much that goes into this story so I hope you like it! I went the route that Lip is kind of afraid to be in a relationship which is why he doesn't want one with the reader. Hope you enjoy my love!!

It's Always Going To Be You

Lip Gallagher x reader

wc: 2.4k

Contents: 18+/ MINORS DNI!!, There is like two paragraphs of smut and the rest has no smut, p in v, unprotected sex, idk why I had to add smut but it’s Lip so kind of makes sense, verbal fighting, swearing

Fingers digging into your hips as you continue on your euphoric ride, your juices dripping down his balls as you grind against his length. Your head is fuzzy, your thoughts scattered as Lip holds you down tightly while he increases his speed. His throbbing tip hits your sweet spot repeatedly, twitching under his grasp as the feeling is mutual. Lip watches as your face contorts into pure pleasure, riding the wave of pleasure as you both cum.

A whiny moan escaping your lips as Lip pounds hard into your core. Your heart pounding in your center as you roll over onto the bed. Falling softly onto the mattress, the sound of heavy breaths quickly overtake the room, replacing the moans that once littered the space. 

Turning your head to look over at the man who just rocked your world, once again. The sun hitting his face perfectly as it shines brightly through the window, watching the sweat trickle down his temple and a playful smirk dancing along his face. His thoughts are foggy from the amazing time you two just shared. 

Rolling over onto your side, your left hand snaking its way along his chest, fingers grazing over the soft skin, goosebumps trailing not far behind. 

Lip takes your hand in his, giving it a tight squeeze as his other hand reaches for the loose strands of hair that fall into your face, tucking them neatly behind your ear. Then pulling you closer by the chin to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You are in love.

Lip has your heart so deeply that you cannot fathom feeling anything else. His touch, his voice, his laugh, his everything making you completely head over heels for him. 

Unfortunately for you, the two of you are just friends who happen to have sex with each other. Though you definitely yearn for something more. 

Taking a deep breath as you work up the courage to ask, “Do you ever think about being more than just friends?”

Lip’s eyes are still fixed on yours but his face changes to an indescribable stare. The question obviously makes him think more than you would like. Humming before answering, “Uhh, not really.” Dropping both of his hands as Lip looks back towards the ceiling. 

A wrenching punch to your fragile heart. 

“So you just want to have sex and that’s it?” You question, your tone becoming venomous as you push back from Lip. The feeling of love slowly dissipates.

“Pretty much yeah.”

Pretty much? 

Pretty much?

Has Lip Gallagher completely lost his fucking mind? 

Your body begins to shake, your blood boiling inside your veins as his words repeat over and over and over in your mind. You want to scream, yell, push, punch…cry. All of these emotions build in your body as you stare at Lip who doesn’t even look like he gives a shit.

“Fuck you Lip Gallagher.”

It is all you can muster up the courage to say. Immediately following the words by getting off the bed. Grabbing your underwear off the floor, murmuring to yourself as you struggle to put them on. 

Lip groans as he lifts himself up, “Don’t be like this.” Scooting himself to the edge of the bed. Reaching out his hands towards you, his fingertips brushing against your bare waist and arms. Grazing along the skin until he reaches your hand, squeezing light with sincerity in his eyes.

He makes your heart flutter, but you can’t shake his words, “Lip, be honest with me.” Your free hand gripping the cotton fabric of your shirt, “Do you ever want this to go further than just sex?” 

"Like a relationship?"

"Yes a relationship."

Hesitating before answering you, “Not really.”

Dropping your hand from his instantly at his hurtful words. Heart sinking to the very depths of the holes in your stomach, the burning sensation tickles the back of your throat as you hold back your tears. “Then we’re done.” Your tone is quiet, continuing to fight the urge to collapse, to cry into his arms as you hurry to put on your clothes.

Lip tries, but fails, to get your attention. Reaching out towards you to talk to him, but every time you take a moment to just stare at him. Your stare no longer holds the spark of love that radiates for him, but the resentment you now hold towards him. The way he just let your heart hit the cold ground without any care in the world. 

And as soon as you have your pants on, you are out the door of his room. Practically running to get out of the house, away from him, away from the heartbreak. 

You can hear the heavy footsteps behind you, knowing he is following close behind. His voice follows as it pleads for you to stop. 

Finally able to grab your arm at the end of the staircase, the argument is in full display of his family that occupies the living room. “Why do we have to ruin what we have now?” Lip whispers.

“We don’t have anything now, Lip.” You harshly say, louder than your normal tone of voice, “It’s just sex, all we ever do is fuck and I want more.” You can feel the burning sensation come back, your eyes shifting downwards as the tears start to become too hard to hold back, speaking softly, “I deserve more.”

Ripping your hand hard from his grasp. Pausing just a brief second to look at Lip, wishing this day turned out differently. Wishing you never had sex with him in the first place. You leave without saying another word, the door slamming loudly behind you.

Lip is beyond furious with you and how you reacted. He couldn’t believe how childish you were being over something so silly, over something that wasn’t even serious. He shakes his head before departing up the stairs, before anyone of his siblings can make any sort of remarks about the shit storm that just happened. 

Lip ignored the world for the first couple of days since your break up, that wasn’t really a break up, at least not to him. He constantly replayed the fight over and over again until his head hurt. Trying to understand you but he couldn’t he could fucking understand you at all.

Why did you get so mad?

Why did you want to ruin what you both currently have?

Why did you want more?

Why couldn’t he give you more?

After a couple of weeks, Lip wasn’t mad at you anymore. A little annoyed but not mad. More mad at himself and frustrated with how he always handles these situations. If anyone shows just a little bit of feelings towards him, he completely shuts down, shutting anyone and everyone out. Anyone who could break him.

Lip’s life eventually went back to normal, or as normal as a Gallagher’s life could get. But there was definitely something missing, and he knew it was you and your laugh and your smile and the way your eyes light up when you look at him. 

Lip finally realized that it was never about the sex, even though it was definitely great. It was you, it was always going to be you. 

He was just too much of an idiot, too heartbroken by other girls to see that you are perfect for him in every way.

He is in love with you, and finally ready to admit it. 

The realization hits Lip like a ton of bricks on this hot, sunny Tuesday afternoon. The puzzle pieces finally click into place as his mind is no longer questioning his feelings. He understands how he feels and he needs to tell you right now.

No more waiting, Lip thought, it was now or never.

And he couldn’t face forever without you.

His heart beating faster, the adrenaline pumping through his body as he practically runs to your house. His feet moving quicker than ever before, his body rushing on the pure thought of love coursing through his vein. 

The high races in Lip's head, sending him higher than any joint or orgasm ever could. 

Lip is in love.

The rapid pounding on the front door shakes you from your slumber. It’s been a couple very hard weeks since your stupid, little break up with Lip. God, why couldn’t you get him out of your mind? 

Taking a pillow to place over your head as the pounding becomes louder and louder, more and more frequent. You groan aggressively throughout the quiet house, wishing the person on the other side will just go the fuck away.

Huffing as you begrudgingly take your little heartbroken body down the stairs to answer the door. The knocking still at full volume, shaking the windows. Unlocking the door to see him…the boy who broke you. The boy who wants nothing from you but sex. 

You can barely look at him, making the quick decision to shut the door. Wanting to leave him and everything about him far away from you. But before you can close the door completely, Lip jams his shoe into the open space. Pushing to try to stop you from shutting the door, shutting him out. 

“I just want to talk.” He states, sticking his hand to help himself keep the door open.

Now leaning your whole body on the heavy door, attempting to close it on him, but unfortunately Lip is far stronger than you. “I have nothing to say to you,” Pushing hard until he finally loses his grip and in one final push, you close the door and lock him out.

Chest heaving as you watch him on the other side of the fogged glass. You can feel your body start to give in as he calls your name. Begging for you to talk to him. 

But you physically can’t. You won’t let yourself be hurt by Lip again. You deserve better than that and if that means never seeing him again, then so be it.

Walking away from the door, back up the stairs, continuing to hear him call your name. Each time is like a knife being twisted deeper into your heart. Plopping on the bed, grabbing a stuffed animal and crying, because at this point there is nothing more you can manage to do.

Lip huffs as he tries to figure out what to do. Obviously his first attempt at talking to you didn’t work out very well but he can’t just leave and hope that some day things will work out between the two of you. He needs you to know how he truly feels. 

Puckering his lips as he walks out into the front lawn, looking up towards the second floor at your bedroom window. And that’s when the idea hit, just like every classic 80s movie, just needs a little bit of romance. He looks around for a couple of rocks, taking two or three of them in his hands before tossing them at your bedroom window.  

The tapping sound clicks through your room, hearing it in between sobs. Looking up to figure out where the noise is coming from as another rock hits your window. Wiping away the snot from your nose and the tears from your eyes as you stumble over to the window.

Peering out to sit Lip down below, waving up at you. Opening the window to shout, “Go away Gallagher before I call the cops.” Your voice still reminisces of hurt as you try your best to sound tough.

“I just want to talk.” Lip yells back, picking the dirt off of the rock in his hands.

“Well I don’t.” You begin to shut the window until he yells for you to stop. His voice is about to break, tugging at your heart strings. You can see his cheeks start to get rosy and the strain in his eyes as he holds back tears.

“Please stop,” He feels like he can’t catch his breath, “I just need to talk.”

You pause, staring at him as he begins to break down in your front lawn. Opening the window again, poking your head out and nodding for him to continue. 

“I was- I am a fucking idiot. Because I didn’t see what we had, b-but I do now. You have to believe me.” Dropping the rocks in his hand as his palm wipes away the lone tear that runs down his cheek.

“I LOVE YOU Y/N!” His whole heart is in his words. “I am so madly in love with you.”

You can’t help but smile, smile at him for being such a dork who is shouting his love for you. Smile because it feels like you can actually breathe after so many weeks of being under water. Your lungs so full of air they could burst at any second. 

“Please come down here and talk to me.”

Rolling your eyes playfully as you make your way out of your room, down the stairs and out onto the porch. A little laugh catching in your throat as Lip continues to shouts to the neighborhood how much he loves you. How much he adores you.

Only stopping when he notices you are outside. “I’m serious, y’know. About us.”

Crossing your arms over your body, as you so desperately want to give yourself to him, but after what happened between the two of you. You can’t help but want to continue to build your walls. “I don’t know, Lip.”

“I was scared. Wh-when you told me that you wanted something more. I didn’t think I could feel this way after- well after Karen. But here you were, here you are making me feel fucking stupid and like over the moon for you.” Lip rants, “I could be doing the most interesting shit, and somehow the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, and then I end up thinking about you for the rest of the day.”

“I am in love with you. I am always going to be in love with you.” His eyes are soft as he tries to study you, tries to indicate what you are thinking. Hoping that you will forgive him. 

A small smile creeps onto your face as you can’t help but understand where Lip is coming from. You know what it’s like to not trust people, to want to close yourself off from others. Hell it’s easier than falling in love. But you can’t help who you fall in love with.

Taking a couple of steps closer to him, hand extending to touch the buttons on his shirt. Eyes, doe-like as they bat behind your eyes lashes. Heart fluttering as you pinch the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer towards you.

Inches away from one another as Lip grabs your face with both hands, kissing you deeply, needing you more than oxygen. 

~~~~

“I could be doing the most interesting shit, and somehow the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, and then I end up thinking about you for the rest of the day.” - writing prompt from @dumplingsjinson - prompt list here.

I super hope you enjoyed!! Let me know what you think <3

[wardencommander-surana]

horror piece 2 - Here Lies the Abyss

it was a thinly veiled Dragon Age fan fic but i'm just going to go all in and change the names/locations back bc one girl submitted straight up "Padme lives" Star Wars fan fic for our scifi unit

posting it with Dragon Age names here because it truly works much better that way. this was a psychological horror unit so i was going for "partner A kills themself, partner B is mentally ill and convinced to follow suit by hallucinations of partner A" and it just felt very yeeted-Hawke coded

Five years. Six months. Two weeks. Four days.

If Anders had not dutifully etched all 2,026 notches into the rotting wall of his cabin, he would scarcely believe more than a year passed since he lost Garrett. He hadn’t stayed in one place that long since Kirkwall, but he couldn’t bring himself to abandon the last space they shared. Everything he did reminded him of Garrett – his pitiful attempts to care for their garden, cooking solo meals they once made together, writing poetry about soft black hair he’d never get to touch again…

It should have been no surprise when Garrett started visiting in his dreams.

Not that Anders hadn’t dreamt about him before, the man barely left his mind while alive. But something about this most recent night of fitful sleep was different. It felt tangible, his late partner lounging in his usual kitchen chair as though nothing happened at all, a serious look on his face as he fiddled with a butter knife. But this time, his gold eyes bore deep into Anders, aware of his presence.

“My love.” Anders felt the words escape him despite knowing Garrett wouldn’t respond. But then, he did.

“Anders.” His partner’s voice sounded a thousand miles away, his tone melancholy and strained. “You need to help me. Please, end the nightmare.”

“Anything for you,” he responded, “just tell me how. How do I help you?”

“Find me. You can save me.”

“Where?” Anders reached out to cup Garrett’s face, but he faded to nothing at the other man’s touch.

“Haven.” The word rang loud and clear, and Anders woke with a start, his forehead sticky with sweat. His dreams wanted to drag him to the place he swore he would never visit again. The cliffside where Garrett went to end his life.

Now he had to be going crazy, he considered. The mere thought of venturing to his late partner’s scenic suicide destination put a massive pit in his stomach. But the incomprehensible possibility that he was alive, after all these years? Anders knew he needed a second opinion before setting off… or a third. Or fourth. The couples’ previously tight-knit friend group, now scattered to the wind after the loss of their mutual companion, would certainly want to gather and provide their own input on his considerations.

***

 “I’m sorry, Blondie, I think you’re finally losing it.” Varric pushed an overflowing mug of beer in Anders's direction, ignoring the trail of foam it left behind. “Up until barely a year ago, you were one pitying look away from a mental breakdown, and now you want to, what? Go ghost hunting for Garrett? It’s been half a decade. I can usually defend your crazier decisions, but I’m really struggling with this one.”

Anders took a sip off the top of the drink before picking it up off the table, fighting to avoid Varric's gaze. “What have I got to lose? Besides, we did the same for your brother, didn’t we?” The writer, Garrett’s closest friend, snorted derisively at the personal jab.

“Well, I mean, that was different, yeah?” Isabela, his former work partner, chimed in. “Bartrand only went missing. He didn’t kill himself.” She raised her glass in a silent reverent toast before taking a large swig of whiskey. “I say let sleeping dogs lie. Sorry, bud.”

Desperate for someone to be in his corner, Anders shot a desperate look at Garrett’s brother, Carver. The young man was brooding at the other end of the table, picking at his fingernails, his mug still full. “C’mon, Carver. Help me out here.” Carver, a dead ringer for his older sibling, gave him a sullen glare with those same golden eyes he dreamt of the night before.

“Just… leave it alone, Anders. Please.”

It was a lost cause. His friends gazed at him with pity while he shoved his chair away from the table and moved to leave. Rage swirled within him and the commotion of the crowd faded to white noise as he marched out of the tavern. Anders knew once the door slammed behind him, they would turn back to each other and begin their shallow prattle about whether he was "okay" and what they could do about it, then shrug and move on, just as quickly as they did with Garrett.

***

Sleep did not come easily to him, but his dream did. They were on the edge of the cliff where Garrett took his life. Instead of the grassy knolls of Haven beneath them, a gaping abyss swallowed the landscape with no end in sight. Ever-present birdsong was notably absent as the pair stood facing each other. Garrett was the first to speak this time.

"Please, you need to hurry." His voice cracked as though he was on the verge of tears, but his eyes remained hollow as they bored deep into Anders. "There isn't much more time."

Every time Anders tried to close the distance between the two, it grew instead, pushing them further apart. "Tell me what to do!" He pleaded with the apparition in front of him, but the effort was fruitless. Garrett faded away once more.

"Haven. Please."

That was all Anders needed to hear at this point.

***

He set off for Haven as the morning sun rose, amber beams kissing fresh sprigs of lavender along the dirt road. The beautiful weather was mocking the storm of grief that raged inside him, tearing his heart to shreds. As Anders's hike progressed, his head remained on a swivel – through the corner of his eye, he swore Garrett was following him, just narrowly out of sight. His ascent saw the trees beginning to thin the closer he got to the mountainside village.

"Hurry, Anders," a familiar voice shouted through the sparse forest, "time is running out." Daylight was fading quickly around him, and as he approached the cliff, a solitary figure stepped into the clearing.

"Garrett."

Anders pinched the tender skin of his palm between his nails, praying this was no longer a dream. It wasn't. Garrett beckoned for him to come closer, his eyes wild as the wind that now howled around them. "You're here. It's time." His call cut through the din like a knife and a high-pitched whine now filled Anders's head.

A crack of lightning temporarily illuminated the landscape, revealing the seemingly bottomless chasm before him. His partner vanished before his eyes as though he was never there at all. "Garrett, where are you?" Anders called out frantically, struggling to scan the horizon in the oppressive dark. He came to an abrupt halt as the tip of his foot met the edge of the bluff.

"Come find me." Garrett’s voice cried as Anders stared into the abyss. The words brought the ringing in his ears to a fever pitch. He could no longer ignore the call.

[beecherdrysdale]

Project Partners - Brendan Brisson

Hey guys, so here’s a fic I started like a month ago and then kind of forgot about. Please send feedback bc I’m trying to improve my writing skills! Also, covid doesn’t exist in this.  

warnings: language, underage drinking, that’s all i think?

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“Y/L/N and Brisson.” You groan as you hear your professor name your partner for the term-long project. Of course you know who Brendan Brisson is. You had grown up as a huge hockey fan, so of course you had been watching the draft when he got drafted by the Golden Knights, and of course you had seen him playing for Team USA at World Juniors. From what you could tell of him, he seemed like the kind of guy who would make you do all the work and use hockey as an excuse as to why he couldn’t help. That’s too bad for him though, because he’s not the only varsity athlete, and swimming takes up just as much time, if not more, than hockey. Your professor continues to drone on about the project requirements as you contemplate why you even decided to take this course in the first place. 

Finally, class ends, and you see Brendan walking toward you. “Hey, you’re Y/N, right? I’m Brendan,” he introduces himself.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N. Guess I’m stuck with you for the rest of the semester, huh.”

“Yeah, so I just wanted to let you know I have hock-” he started.

“Save it, Brisson,” you cut him off, “you’re not the only athlete here, OK?”

“Wow, someone really woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

“Sorry,” you sigh, “I’m just really tired of having to do all the work in group projects. I did it enough in high school, and I’m just so done with everyone’s excuses y’know?”

“Well, what I was trying to say is that I have hockey a lot so we should coordinate our schedules to work around it.” He pauses a second, then adds, “And whatever sport you play.”

“Swimming,” you supply.

“What?” He looks confused.

“Swimming is the sport I do,” you clarify. “Anyways, does the library at 8 on Tuesdays and Thursdays work for you? Besides when you have games or I have meets obviously.”

“Yeah that works.”

“Ok, see you tomorrow then,” you reply, turning to leave.

“Wait!” he stops you. “Can I get your number or snap or something in case I need to talk to you?”

“Yeah, sure,” you reply, quickly typing them into his phone.

“Thanks! See you tomorrow at 8,” he says before jogging to catch up to his friends.

///

The next day when you get to the library, the first thing you hear is, “You’re late. Where were you?”

“Sorry we got out of practice late and then I had to shower cuz chlorine and then I couldn’t find my hat and I didn’t want to go outside without it cuz my hair would freeze...” you begin to ramble.

“Hey, calm down, I was joking. You’re literally only like 2 minutes late.”

“Ok but I lowkey still feel bad.”

“Seriously, it’s fine,” he says, “Come on, let’s choose our topic.”

“Ok,” you respond, “so I don’t know if you have any ideas but I was thinking maybe we could do the effect of hockey on the Cold War? Cuz like you play hockey and I watch it all the time. Plus, I did a research paper on it in high school, so we could pull info from that and it shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he says, seeming distracted. “Hey, why didn’t you tell me you’re a big hockey fan?”

“Ummm, cuz you never asked? You’ve literally only spoken like 3 words to me before yesterday so I don’t know why I would tell you.”

“Ok, I guess that’s true,” he responds. He then proceeds to quiz you about hockey, seemingly trying to make sure you’re an actual fan and not just trying to use hockey to get to him like some other girls he knows. You seem to pass his test, because it’s not long before the two of you are messing around, making fun of each other’s taste in hockey teams. Two hours later, the two of you have gotten to know each other a lot better, but you haven’t even started your project. 

“Shit,” you say, checking the time on your phone, “I gotta go. I still have to help my friend with her math and I have morning practice tomorrow.

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow in class,” he says. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be late.”

“Omg shut up. You’re not funny,” you say playfully, as he laughs his ass off.

“You know I am,” he shoots back.

“Sure, Brisson, whatever you say. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say as you leave.

///

After a few more library sessions, the animosity between you and Brendan which, you admit, was your fault had completely dissipated. The two of you quickly learn you actually have a lot in common, like your love of sports and your music taste, and despite his fratboy vibes you quickly grow to trust him. That’s why you don’t hesitate to say yes when he asks if you can meet at the hockey house to work on your project instead of in the library. 

When you arrive at the house, you are greeted by the sound of the entire hockey team arguing over whose turn it is to make dinner. “I have to work on my project though,” you can faintly hear Brendan.

“It’s OK Brisson, sounds like you have more important things to do. We’re somehow ahead of schedule anyway,” you say, entering the kitchen. 

“Seriously Y/L/N?” he groans. “You were supposed to be on my side.”

“Sorry,” you say, shrugging.

Your apology is interrupted by Cam, “Hey Brisson, who’s this? Wanna introduce us to your new girlfriend?”

“Funny,” you say. “We’re just friends. We got assigned to work on this project together. Isn’t he wheeling like 3-4 girls a weekend anyways?”

“Hey,” Brendan protests. “You make it sound like a bad thing. I only do what they want.”

“Beside the point Brisson,” Johnny jumps in. “Just introduce us to your new friend.

“Fine,” he groans. “Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are the guys. Now,” he says, grabbing your arm and dragging you toward the stairs, trying to make his escape, “let’s go work on our project.”

“Not so fast, Brisson,” Nolan cuts in. “You’re making dinner. Y/N said it’s fine.”

Brendan sighs in response.

“C’mon,” you say. “I’ll help you. I promise it’s not that hard.” 

Brendan begrudgingly follows you back to the kitchen as the rest of the guys scatter. You begin to pull the ingredients to make tacos, which thankfully they have, out of the fridge. “Here,” you say, tossing Brendan a tomato. “Can you dice this?”

The two of you work in silence for a few minutes before you decide to turn some music on. As you turn to reach for your phone, you glance over to see Brendan’s pile of tomatoes. “Seriously, Brisson?” you ask, staring at the haphazard pile in dismay. “Have you ever cut a tomato before? I had better cutting skills than that in preschool.” You hear a few guys snicker from the other room at that. After showing him how to cut it properly and turning on your Spotify, you continue to work, chirping Brendan occasionally. Once you and Brendan finish making dinner, you call the rest of the guys back into the kitchen to come eat. 

As the guys eat, they drill you with questions, trying to find out as much as they can about Brendan’s “project partner.” You answer all their questions, and by the end of dinner you fit in seamlessly with the boys, even joining in their good-natured chirping of one another. Eventually, you have to leave, but the boys are quick to let you know you’re always welcome back whether it’s for your food or your company, you don’t know before you go.

///

As soon as you leave, all eyes are on Brendan. “So Briss, you wanna tell us about your new girlfriend?” Nolan asks.

“She said it herself, we’re just friends. We’re working on a project together,” Brendan is quick to reply.

“Sure...” Cam counters. “Friends don’t look at friends like that Brisson.”

“Like what?” Brendan asks.

“Like she hung the stars in the sky or some shit like that,” Johnny responds. “Look Briss, just go for it. It’s not like she’s gonna say no, she literally looks at you the same way.”

“But she would say no,” Brendan protests. “She’s the one who said we’re just friends first so obviously she doesn’t like me like that. Why should I go for someone who’s gonna reject me when I an go to a party and pick up whatever girl I want, like she said?”

“Because you can’t get whatever girl you want, Brisson. She’s the one you want. We can all see it,” Johnny replies.

“Ok you know what, fuck off. Leave me alone. The two of us are just friends,” Brendan reaches his breaking point. At that, the guys let it drop, Brendan’s outburst giving them all the proof they need.

///

Meanwhile, you are back in your dorm chastising yourself. Why did you have to say you and Brendan are just friends? You know any chance you had of him liking you back is now gone, because he thinks you only think of him as a friend. You debate what to do, even going so far as to pick up your phone and tap on his contact, before changing your mind and getting ready for bed. Guys like him don’t go for girls like you anyway or so you think. You’re sure he wants one of those perfect girlfriends who are always put together and dress cute, not some athlete who always walks around in sweats, and the last thing you want to do is fuck up your friendship by confessing. You ignore the feeling of jealousy that rises in your chest when you think of Brendan with another girl and force yourself to go to sleep.

///

It’s not even two days before you get a snap from Nolan asking if you want to go to a party with all of the guys. You agree immediately because you don’t have morning practice tomorrow and your plans with friends got cancelled and you’ve secretly been looking for an excuse to see Brendan outside of working on your project.

That night, you try to dress extra cute, even going so far as to ask your roommate to help you choose your outfit as she seems to have no problems picking up guys. You finally settle on an outfit and hurry out the door, wanting to make sure you get to the party on time so you can meet the guys outside and not have to walk in alone. As you walk out the door, you hear your roommate call, “Have fun! Be safe! Use a condom!” You flip her off as the door closes. 

When you get to the party, you see the guys outside waiting for you. “Hey Y/N,” you hear a couple guys say.

“Heyyy,” you reply, as you guys start heading toward the house. Brendan lags behind the group, eyes trailing down your body. As much as he loved the fact that you wore what you wanted read: sweats and didn’t try to be a Barbie doll, he had to admit seeing you like this was hot. He hurries to reach the rest of the group, deciding you were standing just a little too close to Cam for his liking. He may not be able to be with you, but he sure as hell wasn’t gonna watch you date one of his teammates. He catches up and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey Brisson,” you greet. “What’s up? You learned how to cut a tomato yet?”

“Haha, very funny Y/L/N,” he responds.

“Oh come on, you know it was,” you protest.

As soon as you guys enter the house Johnny says, “I’m going to get a drink. Anyone want one?”

“Yeah, can you get me a Natty?” you’re quick to respond. “But please make sure it’s closed.”

A couple other guys request drinks, and Johnny goes to get them while the rest of you head further inside. You stay with the guys pretty much the whole night, not wanting to get separated because you know what happens to girls who are at parties alone. 

At some point in the night you guys end up near the beer pong table, and when it’s Brendan’s turn he makes you be his partner not that you’re complaining and drags you over to the table. The two of you quickly get on a winning streak and you end up winning the tournament you got pulled into. At this point you’re pretty drunk, so you don’t hesitate to go along with it when Brendan hugs you, the two of you stumbling a little bit. Both of you are reluctant to let go, reveling in the feeling of each other, as each of you thinks the other doesn’t like you back so you’ll never get to experience the feeling again. 

You and the guys stay at the party a little longer before they realize how drunk you are because you had had more beers than any of them and decide its time to leave. All the guys come with you back to your dorm in order to make sure you get back safe, a gesture both you and your roommate thank them for before they leave.

///

It’s a couple weeks later and you’re hanging out with the guys, as has become usual for you, when Johnny ask, “Hey Y/L/N, how come you never come to any of our games? I thought Brisson said you’re a big hockey fan.”

“Yeah, I am,” you reply, “I just usually have swim when you guys have games. Plus you guys never invite me so...”

“Well we kinda assumed you already knew you were invited,” Nolan says. “You’re always welcome at our games, and if you tell us you’re coming we can probably get you good seats.”

“OK, well we actually don’t have swim practice on Friday for some reason, so I can probably come,” you say. “I’ll try to drag my roommate to come with too.”

The boys groan, “Really, Y/N? You want us to get two tickets? Do you know how much work that is?” before quickly revealing that they’re joking and telling you that of course they’ll get you two tickets.

///

True to the boys’ word, when Johnny sits next to you in your class together on Friday, he hands you an envelope with two tickets. “What are you wearing to the game tonight?” he asks with a plan up his sleeve.

“I don’t know,” you respond. “Probably my Michigan swimming hoodie.”

“You wear that everywhere though,” he protests.

“Yeah, so?” you fire back. “It’s a Michigan hoodie. School spirit.”

“Or you could wear this,” he says pulling something out of his backpack. He unfolds it to reveal that it’s one of Brendan’s hockey hoodies.

“Doesn’t he need that for the game tonight?” you ask.

“No, he has two,” Johnny replies. “Now stop trying to get out of wearing it. You have to wear something hockey related to support us.”

“Ugh fine,” you give in, knowing Johnny will be persistent.

///

That evening, you arrive at the arena with your roommate, begrudgingly wearing the hoodie with “Brisson” boldly stamped across your back. You are not enjoying yourself, because knowing what it feels like to wear Brendan’s sweatshirt and smell his cologne makes you all the more aware that this will never be your reality. Nevertheless, you force a smile on your face as you and your roommate sit down to watch warmups. You can feel the energy in the arena even now, before the game begins, as UMich is playing rival school Ohio State. 

Once warmups are over you and your roommate go to use the bathroom and get snacks. The line for the bathroom is so long you don’t think you’ll make it back to your seats before the game starts, but thankfully you get to them just a second before puck drop. The game gets off to a rough start, with Ohio State scoring twice early, but by the end of the first the guys have picked up their pace, and you hope that they’ll be able to tie it up in the second.

After intermission, the boys come out guns blazing. Brendan scores just 30 seconds in to the period off an offensive zone face-off win. As he cellies, he makes eye contact with you up in the stands. “He is so into you!” your roommate squeals when she notices.

“No he’s not, shut up,” you reply, turning your focus back to the game. The guys stay on the forecheck pretty much the whole period, and it finally pays off when Johnny scores with 5 minutes left to play in the second. When the period ends and the guys head back to the locker room, the game is tied 2-2.

The third period begins with an Ohio State faceoff win, and they quickly get off a shot attempt. Thankfully, the shot goes wide and play continues. The teams go back and forth all period getting good scoring chances, but neither team is able to capitalize. It looks like the game is going to go to overtime, but then Brendan scores again with just 43 seconds remaining. Once again, he makes eye contact with you and smiles as he cellies, and once again your roommate freaks out and says that he definitely likes you. You make her shut up and start to grab your stuff as the final seconds wind down. 

“Woah, slow down. Where are we going?” she asks.

“The guys told me to meet them outside the locker rooms,” you say, beginning to lead the way.

///

When you get to the hallway outside the locker room, you lean up against the wall and start scrolling through Insta as you wait for the guys to come out. Eventually the guys slowly begin trickling out of the locker room and heading over to their various girlfriends gathered in the hallway as all the single guys congregate around you, but you ignore them so you don’t get dragged into one of their arguments. 

Finally, you see Brendan come out of the locker room so you put your phone away and push your body away from the wall. He starts to make a beeline toward you and does a double take when he realizes you’re wearing one of his sweatshirts. The guys had been bugging him for weeks to ask you out and he had been thinking of maybe doing it tonight, but seeing you in his sweatshirt has finally given him the confidence to make a move. As he reaches you, you say, “Hey Briss.”

“Hey,” he replies, and then his lips are on yours, and you don’t know where this is coming from but you’ve been wanting it for a while now so of course you kiss back, and it just feels so right you don’t ever want to stop. When you finally break apart, all the guys are cheering and whistling and you hear a couple guys mutter “finally”.

As the guys quiet down, you ask Brendan, “What was that for?”

“Shit, sorry, I shouldn’t have done it,” he panics, thinking you were mad, even though you kissed back so you obviously weren’t.

“No, I liked it,” comes your reply. “It just kinda came out of nowhere.”

“Oh,” he calms down. “Well I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now, but I was kinda nervous so I kept putting it off. But then you looked really hot in my hoodie, so I just went for it.”

“Yes,” you say.

“Yes, what?” he asks, looking confused.

“You said you wanted to ask me out. I said yes,” you explain.

“Ok, so do you want to go get Chipotle or something tomorrow then?” he asks.

“Yeah, of course,” you reply. “But for now let’s go out and celebrate with the other guys.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walk with the team, and you are finally content.

[akaashiclub]

girls chase boys ☇ t.k.

☇ pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

☇ genre: fluff, oc is an absolute babie who has no shame, tsukishima goes from ‘she’s annoying’ to ‘she’s aight’ to ‘i may be lowkey in love w her it’s nbd tho’, oc will literally not give up, tsukishima is still a first year (word count: 4.1k)

☇ synopsis: usually when experiencing such a soul-crushing rejection, one would give up on their feelings, right? right?

☇ a/n: i binge-read some haikyuu fanmanga and i was ~inspired~ plus like... this trope?? persistant bubbly x uninterested cold is?? literally everything?? (playlist link: here)

“i like you!!!”

you kind of felt like the main character of a shoujo, with the wind making your hair dance in the air

standing face to face with your longtime crush

(and by longtime, you mean about two months)

that’s when it all started

no— it was earlier

the orientation ceremony

all the first years standing in neat, organized rows, listening to the principal give a welcoming speech

at least, that’s what you were supposed to be doing

in reality, your eyes were trained on the 188cm tall blonde in the row in front of you

you couldn’t see the stage— also, you didn’t care

bc ~he~ was in front of you

tsukishima kei

you learned his name later when you discovered you were in the same class

and he sat in the adjacent row, one seat forward

the absolutely perfect position to stare at his side profile the entire class

and that is exactly what you did for two months

that and gathering info on him

tsukishima kei, 188.3cm (now 190.1), born on september 27th, best friends with yamaguchi tadashi, #11 on the karasuno volleyball team

and then there you were, confessing your undying love to him

...or something like that

“no thanks. not interested.”

usually, that would soul-crushing enough to make them leave him alone

not you <3

the giggle that escapes your lips makes his eyebrow twitch on confusion for a second

“that’s okay~” you respond. 

(that’s okay ?)

(what the fuck kind of response is that being rejected ???)

(yours!!!!)

you’re exhaustingly persistent, as tsukishima comes to find out

or should i say—

“tsukki~!!” 

the hair on his neck rises when you flounce into homeroom with that sing-song tone

you plop down into the seat in front of him (key note: not yours) and rest your elbows on his desk with a little grin

“don’t call me that,” (he doesn’t look up from his book)

“what~! why not?”

“only my friends call me 'tsukki’”

you snort, scooting a little closer

“that’s mean. how many times have we walked home together, and we still aren’t friends?”

“you followed me home, i didn’t consent.”

“‘followed you’?” you pout. “we live on the same road, naturally we’d walk home together,”

he doesn’t respond, just flips to the next page in his book

“do you have volleyball club today~?”

ignored. 

lol

she stays strong!! she doesn’t give up in the face of adversity!!!

“you don’t have to answer, i already know you do.” you chirp. “it’s boring walking home without you... maybe i’ll come with you today~!”

it’s like talking to a wall

(a very cute, 190cm, blonde, glasses-wearing wall.)

(🥰)

instead of responding, he puts his headphones on and keeps reading 

a small exhale escapes your lips, and one of the girls in the next row over leans towards you

“y/n... i think it’s a lost cause...”

“he’ll come around eventually,” you shoot her a smile, and then turn back to tsukki

you lean forward, reaching towards his head and tugging the headphones down around his neck

and when he looks up (he does within an instant), you shoot him a sly smile

several students around you gasp

after all, who would dare bother tsukishima with his headphones on??? that’s some instant death shit

“move.”

“i like being this close to you though,” you tease

and he rolls his eyes, standing up and heading for the exit of the classroom

the shock in the classroom — that you’re still ALIVE — is clear

your friend from before gapes 

“y-y/n what are you playing at??”

“courtship,” you sigh dramatically, and hop to your feet to chase after the blonde monster

“tsukki~!! are you getting lunch?? wait for me~!!”

everyone on the first floor knows: it’s become the norm to see tsukishima, book in hand, headphones around neck, and followed by a chirpy pipsqueak 

even yamaguchi doesn’t stick as closely to him as ‘tsukishima’s lapdog’ (as you’ve started being called by the fellow first years) does

the nickname doesn’t really bother you

after all, it’s just a reminder of your determination and refusal to give up

which is a virtue, in your mind!!

some people feel bad for tsukishima, constantly being bothered by you for weeks on end

others admire your stubbornness

and one group of people you can always count on supporting you are the karasuno volleyball club <3

ever since you started showing up to their practices 

and all their practice matches and official games too

they all befriended you

but you grew tired of just sitting and watching tsukki on the sidelines, so you asked coach ukai if you could help out during practices!!!

there can’t rly be ... three managers... so you suggested retrieving balls or being tsukki’s personal assistant

he saw right through you <3 

but it’s ok bc he thought it would be entertaining and agreed

tsukki: angy

even when he’s annoyed he’s cute tho <33 and you make sure to tell him that <333

and so! you get tsukki’s water, towels, etc etc (ofc u help other ppl too when they need it but tht’s what the two managers r for... tsukki is ur #1)

the other players are like 0.0 she’s kinda scary... but cute at the same time doe... 

one day you’re in a particularly good mood (aka: a bad day for tsukki lol)

“tsukki~!”

“don’t call me that.”

“i want to tell you something,”

the whole gym is kinda just 👁️👄👁️ waiting to see what happens

“what? i need to change, hurry it up.”

ur inner monologue: kdNNN even when he’s mean he’s cute!!!!

but anyways:

“i like you,”

hinata, kageyama, tanaka, noya, literally everyone: 😳😨 mf what—

sugawara’s like “oh god he’s just reject her and crush her heart... right in front of EVERYONE—”

“not interested.” tsukki says, and his tone isn’t any less cold than usual

u kno that anime lightning effect when the character’s body is joLtED...

tht’s everyone else in the gym

tanaka and nishinoya are highkey ready to let you cry into their jerseys when—

you laugh

you right after being mercilessly rejected: 🥰

you can’t help it !!!!! it’s not discouraging you ok??? you alr knew what he’d say!!! but you had to tell him <3 can’t let him forget tht he’s the ✨love of your life✨

entire gym: s h o o k

“did she just  l a u g h??”

“is she okay?? no srsly”

“what... just happened”

tsukki walks off, water bottle in hand

you follow after him, bouncing on the soles of your feet 

“don’t forget your towel~! want me to wipe off your sweat~?”

“no thanks.”

cue fading banter between you two as he goes to change his clothes

he has to be like hOe GeT oUT for you to not go into the locker room lmfao damn... thirsty bitch... same tho

later tanaka and noya (feat. hinata who just wants to be included) jump tsukki

“shE LAUGHED WHEN U REJECTED HER??? IS SHE OK???”

“she confesses to me every week. she’ll do it again. it’s not that big of a deal.”

“not thAT BIG— can u imagine if kiyoko liked us that much.... ”

(cue tanaka sobbing)

tsukki was right tho

after the third time you randomly confessed to him in front of them they were just like

same shit different day, anyways rolling thunder

but they still highkey adopted you

so they go grr grr when tsukki rejects you all cold and shit

shockingly tho??? the more you confess the less it’s “not interested” and more just “*sigh*”

is this... PROGRESS???

but the zero braincell triad cornered him again in the locker room one day 

(it’s their trademark)

(nishinoya) “so why do you keep rejecting her??”

(hinata popping in) “yea she’s super dedicated and helpful!!!”

(tanaka lowkey shuddering) “she’d probably let herself get hit in the face w a volleyball if u asked”

(and tanaka would be: correct)

(but anyway)

“she was annoying,”

“she... ‘was’ annoying???”

“... she IS annoying”

“tsukki... do you possibly like her??? but you’ve gotten so used to rejecting her that it’s automatic now??”

tsukki’s like V.V

“you’re reading too much into it,”

sage!nishinoya is about to probe deeper but at that moment you pop your head around the corner of the locker room and shout

“tSUKKI~!!!”

and they all scatter to hide themselves while shrieking

except tsukki, who is already clothed and gives zero fucks lmao

but anyways!!! a couple weeks pass and takeda got y’all set up with a practice match !!

with who?? nekoma!!!

hinata is like 🤩🤩 kENMA!!

only players and members of the club are supposed to go rly....

but you’re like “??? i’m tsukki’s personal assistant are you trying to take away my rights??? i’ll sue you” and coach ukai gives in sdjfkf

“tsukki can i sit with you~?”

yamaguchi about to sit there: 👁️👄👁️ bruh

tsukki doesn’t say yes but he also doesn’t say no :D

 “what’re you reading?”

“english book,”

you’re like: wait— mf hold up... did he actually just answer ??

tsukki simp mode: ACTIVATED

“can i see??”

“you’re failing english, you won’t be able to read it.”

“ouch,” you pout, but there’s a small smile on your lips. “but how’d you know i was failing english?”

he doesn’t respond

“i guess it is unfair that i know everything about you and you don’t know anything about me...” you sigh

“you don’t know everything about me,” he retorts, still not looking up from his book

hehe~ gotcha

“oh? test me,” you grin, scooting closer to him

“don’t wanna.”

“you’re just scared i do know everything,” you say smugly, trying to bait him

“bet you don’t know everything about me!!!” hinata pops up from the seat in front of you

“you’re right, i don’t,” 

(he pouts and disappears again)

“tsukki~” you whine. “tsukkiiiii~ i’m bored.”

“so?”

“can i wear your headphones?”

“no thanks. i don’t wanna get headlice.”

you scowl. “mean,”

you bite your cheek, staring a hole in the side of his head but he doesn’t even blink

if tsukki could major in ignoring you people, he’d have straight A’s

fortunately, you have ways to counter this

“kei~~” you whisper a little too close to his ear, and he jolts up

you try not to let the amusement show on your face, but you can’t help it

glaring at you, he pulls his headphones off his head and puts them on yours

“now be quiet,”

“mm~” you chuckle

a couple hours later, you pull into the parking lot of nekoma

the friend groups pair off, and kuroo makes a beeline for tsukki, only to catch sight of you

“hey four-eyes— who’s this?”

tsukki glances down at you, to which you shoot him a sugary smile

“dunno,” he says, and walks off

you wave to kuroo with a sunny grin

“i’m y/n~! i’m tsukki’s personal assistant and future wife~”

his eyebrows rise, and with a quick bow, you bounce after the blonde

once the group is all in the gym, practice jerseys are handed out and you help yachi and shimizu prepare the water and towels

you’re about to make a beeline for tsukki, when someone calling your name stops you

“y/n! wanna get me some water?” kuroo calls

you only blink for a moment before hopping to it, darting across the gym

for the rest of the day, kuroo is constantly calling for you—

“y/n! can you wipe the sweat off my neck?”

“hey, y/n, get me some water~”

“y/n!”

“y/n, over here!”

and by the time the several hours is over, you haven’t gotten to speak to tsukki once 🥺 snnff :(

when you finally get a free moment, you look around for him, but he’s nowhere to be found

sad face :(

and then !!!! turns out nekoma paid for bbq for everyone 🤩🤩 cats are so generous

and somehow??? you find yourself surrounded by nekoma players???

“here y/n, want some of my bbq?”

“no, take mine!!!”

“do you want any fruit?? i have some!!”

“you were so helpful today!! how’d you stay so energetic the whole time??”

you flash a smile, ready to charm the shit out of them, when a voice interrupts:

"hey, personal assistant.”

your eyes light up, bc you’d recognize that salty ass voice anywhere!!!

the guys around you part to reveal—

“tsukki!!!” you squeal, maybe a little too excitedly

“aren’t you supposed to be assisting me?? get me some food.”

you shove your plate into the free hand of one of the nekoma players (his name was... liam? lief... lev?) and dart to get tsukki something to eat

when you hand it to him, you flash him your most dazzling smile

“eat up! you worked hard today~”

he eyes you silently before digging in, and you smile absentmindedly while watching him

“why are you staring at me like that?”

“because i like you,” you respond without hesitation

he averts his eyes, but doesn’t say anything mean 

your stomach flips a little 

i’m coming for you, tsukishima kei.

on the ride home, you’re once again sitting next to him, and he gives up his headphones without a fight this time

you’re so tired from running around helping kuroo all day that you find your eyelids getting heavy as tsukki’s music plays in your ears

you try to subtly lean on his shoulder but he pokes you away 

you glare at him, pouting, but settle for leaning against the headrest

and then, you’re drifting off

..

and you’re having a strange dream

a pleasant dream, with fuzzy corners and honey-colored light streaming across the scene, but still strange

in this dream, he’s kissing you

it’s not like you haven’t had dreams like this before, it’s just that this one feels so much more vivid

and yet blurry at the same time

even when the dream ends and you blink back into consciousness you can still distinctly feel his lips against yours

his glasses brushing against your cheek

his fingers interlacing with your hair

a warm smile curls up your lips as you grasp lingering wisps of the dream, when—

“you’re drooling.”

your eyes snap open and you jolt up, furiously wiping the side of your mouth

“am not!!”

tsukishima blinks uninterestedly from the empty bus aisle, arms crossed

“dreaming about something vulgar?”

you grin, resting your chin on your palm

“would you like to hear ab—?”

he’s just “nope,” and turns towards the exit

hopping out of the seat, you follow him

“it was such a nice dream,” you sigh

“must’ve been, if you were drooling that much.”

“i was not—”

and then you notice something

everyone else is already gone from the bus

“wait a minute... did you wait for me?”

you hear a scoff

bUt hE dOEsNt DeNy iT

“you WAITED for me!!!!” you exclaim, happiness radiating off you in waves

“if i’d left you on the bus, nishinoya and tanaka would’ve killed me if i didn’t,” he says curtly

but you are, after all, the human equivalent of ‘this sign can’t stop me because i can’t read’

or that tiktok trend 

tsukishima: i don’t like you, i only waited for you because i was literally forced at gunpoint 

y/n: 🎶i waited for you🎶

the next day, it’s practice as usual at the karasuno gym

but?? sniff sniff someone is here that shouldn’t be

this rando first year has been pacing around right outside the gym entrance

and all the vbc members are like 👁️ whomst?

and when you finally arrive (right along behind tsukki)

he yells out your name

and holds out a bouquet of flowers <3 how cute

“y/n, um— i, i know you don’t know me but i’ve liked you since the orientation ceremony!!! i think you’re really pretty and cute and smart—”

cue a quiet scoff from tsukki, “if she’s his definition of smart, then how dumb is he?”

cue sugawara jabbing his side (sugamama is protective of his child y/n)   

“—and i know you like tsukishima, but i hope you’ll give me a chance!! i can make you happier than him!!”

at this point, everyone in the gym is watching like 👁️ oh?? TEA?? 

and is that... is that an aura of raging irritation coming from tsukishima?? 

you open your mouth to politely reject the guy, when

literally out of nowhere tsukki just  a p p e a r s

“hey, idiot. aren’t you supposed to be my personal assistant?? go set out the volleyballs instead of flirting,”

you dip your head and smile apologetically at the guy before heading towards the store room

and after that, you notice tsukki is a bit harsher, a bit more off his game, a little more easily irritated than usual

during a free moment, you nudge tanaka

“doesn’t he seem like he’s in a bad mood??”

zero braincell tanaka is like “??? isn’t he always like that??”

“no... something is definitely off today...”

what . could it be . i wonder .

every time you try to do your usual “tsukki~!!” he just turns away and ignores you

doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary, but you can just tell something is wrong

you still have no idea why he’s acting like this by the time practice ends

and when you go to the locker room to find him (so y’all can walk home together), he’s already gone :(

so, a little more droopy than usual, you head out

only to be surprised by a voice when you step outside

“took you long enough,”

you whip around to see tsukki leaning against the wall with crossed arms

he clicks his tongue and then sets off

and when you don’t immediately follow him, he glances over his shoulder

“are you coming or not?”

sdjfksjsdkjfsdjf smmpdfhsdf !!!!!!!

it’s just one sentence, and it doesn’t really mean anything

but hearing the words makes something incredibly warm bloom in your chest

you grin

“of course i am,”

that feeling lasts well into the next morning, but is replaced by a nauseating knot in your stomach when you arrive at school

because everyone’s whispering about one thing:

“tsukishima got called to the principal’s office!!!”

“whaaat ! why??”

“i heard he was caught with the answers for the upcoming exam!!”

your stomach . clenches

and before anybody can say another word, you’re sweeping out the door and down the hall

and in less than 30 seconds, you’re slamming open the door to the principal’s office

the principal and tsukki both look up, equally shocked at your sudden appearance

“y/n, what—”

you ignore him for the first time in your life

“sir, i need to tell you something.”

the principal is just like “... ?? can it wait??”

“no, it can’t.” you take several steps forward “the test answers, they—”

“y/n, don’t—”

you ignore him for the second time in your life again

“they’re mine,”

the principal blinks 

“then why was tsukishima found holding them before class??”

“yesterday, they must’ve fallen out of my backpack. he probably picked them up without knowing what they were, so please don’t punish him,” you bow. “punish me instead,”

.. y/n dumb bitch

yea, you’re suspended for two weeks

and ofc there’ll be a mark on your record

plus you’re automatically given a fail for the upcoming exam so you’ll have to retake it later oof....

but as much as all that sucks, you don’t regret it bc you’d rather take the fall than let tsukki be wrongly accused and suffer for it

but honestly the break from school is kinda vibes 🥴

don’t even think about the homework you’ll have to make up

your phone is blowing up with texts from your friends

including your surrogate dads and moms from the karasuno vbc 🤧 they’re so worried about you

you’re sad you have to miss practice for such a long time but... you don’t regret your decision

“y/n!!” your little sister knocks on your door “one of your classmates is here for you,”

“‘kay!!” you call back, checking the time

shidt bitch time flies when you’re watching anime alone in your bedroom

you hop up and open your bedroom door to come face to face with the one. the only. tsukishima kei

your eyes are like O.O 

“tsukki??? what are you doing here??” you grin “are you here because you’re worr—”

“no,” he cuts you off “i’m here to deliver your homework,”

“you could’ve given it to my sister, y’know,” you tease. “why’d you come all the way to my bedroom?? you missed me, hm?”

he doesn’t answer, instead surveying the room before sitting down on the edge of your bed

you blink, surprised he didn’t comeback with a cold retort

“tsukki?” you ask quietly, sliding into your desk chair

after a moment of silence, he fixes you with a stoic gaze

“why’d you lie?”

“because... because i couldn’t let you take the blame for that. i don’t know what happened, but i know you weren’t cheating. i know it.”

“neither were you. what’s the difference?”

you press your lips together in a frustrated pout

“the difference is that it’s you!!! i’m mediocre. i’m not outstanding. i’ll go to an average college either way, and it’ll be fine. but you..! you’re so smart!! and talented!!! you could do anything you want!!! you could get into an elite college!! the last thing you need is for some stupid misunderstanding to sully your transcript—”

“y/n—” he tries to cut in, but you bulldoze right over him

“— and i know you probably think what i did was useless and unhelpful, but i don’t care!!! i don’t care about a mark on my transcript, or being suspended, or failing all my exams, or even being expelled—”

“y/n—”

“— but i absolutely refuse to let that happen to you!! you’re too special for—”

this time, it’s not him speaking that interrupts you

this time, it’s him kissing you

you nearly combust on the spot

tsukki— tsukishima kei is kissing you

he’s leaning over you, with one hand on the chair’s armrest and the other steadying your head with his fingertips

your stomach does several full somersaults 

and then, all too quickly, he pulls away and returns to his spot on your bed

you stare, eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape

“w— what was— why did—”

“you wouldn’t stop talking,” he mutters, eyes focused a little too hard on the wall

for a moment, you’re too shocked to move

and then your 🥰tsukki🥰 mode activates

and you just fuckin LUNGE at him

“y/n??? what—!”

kisses!!! kisses on his cheeks!! his nose!!! his forehead!!!

and shockingly he doesn’t?? push you off??

me heart just skipped a beat wjdkfjs

he’s just like “y/n, you’re fogging up my glasses, please stop,”

“i refuse!!!! i’ve been waiting months to do this!!!!!”

once he manages to de-suction you from him, you fix him with doe eyes and a cheeky grin

“hey, tsukki??”

“.. what?”

“i like you,”

he blinks

adjusts his glasses

“make sure to finish that homework. i’m bringing tomorrow’s homework too,”

as he’s leaving, you hope he can feel your glowing smile on his back

the next day, you get a message from the school letting you know that your suspension and other punishments have been retracted

as the real culprit of the cheating was found

an unannounced locker-search discovered several exam cheatsheets almost exactly like the one tsukki found in the locker of a student, and the school realized their mistake <3 how nice of them

and that meant you were free to return to school, name cleared!!!

the volleyball club was eagerly awaiting your return

so when they saw tsukki arrive for practice, they expected you’d be following right along behind him

but instead???

you were koala-ing on his abdomen

“bro... did you carry her all the way here like that??”

“the real question is why he allowed it,”

you shoot a blinding grin at the guys 

“he can at least do this much for his girlfriend~!”

the entire gym is like WhA T !!!!! 

“hE SAID YES???”

“nope,”

“he... asked you out?? then??”

“also no...” 

“did he at least tell you he liked you...?”

“...”

“NISHINOYA STOP SHE’S TEARING UP,” sugamama to the rescue

you let go of tsukki and half the team goes IN on him

“dude wtf!!! she got suspended for you and you didn’t even at least tell her you like her???”

“not just suspended, almost expelled!!!”

“yeah that!!!”

“i say we kill tsukki,”

“tanaka no,”

“GUYS!!” angry!daichi makes an appearance “it’s time for practice!!!”

grumbling, the team disperses

you’re about to head to the store room to help get out the practice equipment, when—

“y/n.”

you turn “hm?”

he’s silent for a moment

“i wouldn’t have kissed you if i didn’t like you.”

your face flushes a deep red

but then he adds, “either time.”

either...? time...?

W A I T

your eyes POP OUT

“that— that wasn’t a DREAM???”

he doesn’t answer, just heads onto the court

but you think you see a slight smirk

and maybe... just maybe?? 

his ears are a little more red than usual.

[wlw-imagines-blog]

I Can Say it Without Words | (Peggy Carter x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Peggy Carter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Major Character loss, and smut, i guess

Word Count: 2k

Summary: I can make you feel good.

Anon: Hello sweetie!!! I just loooove your blog so much and your writing it’s so pretty!!! But I noticed there’s no Peggy in here :( so I’d like to request the smutish write you can post, my queer ass (I’m still figuring out if I’m Bi or Pan, so let’s say queer/not straight ass) will love you forever!!! Maybe a secret relationship between Reader and Peggy, Peg being sad bc she lost Steve and reader comforting her leading to smut and fluff and love… Pleaseeeeeeeee

A/N: Ask and you shall receive. 

***

Whenever Peggy Carter walked into S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, the whole room seemed to hold its breath. The women at the switchboards seemed to stop and watch in awe as she sauntered by, skirt skimming their chairs, hat tipped low to cover her eyes. The male agents, looking up from their files and typewriters to cast scornful glances at her, hoping to tear her down with curled lips and narrowed eyes. They were foolish to think so.

When Agent Carter stepped into the office, you felt your heart press into your ribs, creating this nervous, wonderful pressure. Your hands became fidgety; brushing at the hair around your ears, shuffling papers, twisting your fountain pen.

Every woman that worked in the office shared a feeling of pride at how she was unapologetic, combative, even, towards nitwits like Agent Thompson and Agent Dooley. 

As she strolled into the office, head up, shoulders back, you felt a warmth prickle the back of your neck. She wore a dark, navy blue ensemble with a shockingly pink hat, the one you remember being on her desk, the day you were hired to work at S.H.I.E.L.D. 

It had been a cold October evening when Agent Carter interviewed you. Rain was splattering against the windows of her office as she reviewed your resume and criminal record check. The warm lights of the room coaxed you into a strange sense of comfort. You remembered the tight feeling in your stomach, and the sweat on your palms and brow. On her desk was the fucshia hat and plenty of files and paper, all scattered yet organized. What attracted your attention was the only picture frame on her desk. It held the image of a young, sickly blond man, wearing a white t-shirt and dog tags. His resemblance to Captain America was stunning, but, that man was far too small and skinny to be him.

“I’m going to be perfectly honest, Miss. Y/L/N, your resume and letter of recommendation is flawless,” she had said, interrupting your thoughts. “But you have yet to give me a reason as to why you want to join S.H.I.E.L.D. “

Agent Carter’s hair curled perfectly over her shoulder, the dark brown contrasted the cream of her blouse perfectly. Her chocolate eyes bore into you, like she already had you figured out.

You straightened your back. “Agent Carter. All my life, people have told me I did not have the aptitude to become a government agent. I was never smart enough, never strong enough. never man enough.” You resisted the urge to sneer at the word. “Part of me wants to prove myself to the nay-sayers. Another part wants to be a piece of something bigger that just me. But, all of me wants to make a difference, even if its a small one.”

You thought you saw the ghost of a smile on her red lips. Agent Carter stood, smoothing her navy skirt. You stood too, and accepted the hand shake she offered. 

“Miss. Y/L/N, I expect you here at seven a.m, sharp, ready for your training,” Agent Carter’s eyes glinted, clearly excited at your prospects. “Don’t be late.”

As December began, you were still in the preliminary stages of training under Agent Carter’s watchful eye; learning how to operate different firearms, mastering the art of safe-cracking, and properly educating yourself on espionage. 

You adjusted the lapels of your blazer, watching Agent Carter approach you.

“Agent Y/L/N,” She greeted. “Down to the basement, I want to see if you’re still sharp with your gun. Go on ahead, I need to clock in.” 

You nodded before leaning in. “I’d watch out, ma’am, Thompson’s on a rampage this morning; he heard about the promotion Dooley’s planning on giving you.”

Her lips twisted, as though she was fighting back a smile. “Thank you for the heads up, Y/N, I’ll keep my eyes out.”

You grinned and made your way to the practice room, artfully dodging Agent Thompson, who’s nostrils were flared and face was red.

***

“You’re getting better, y/n,” Agent Carter scribbled something down onto a clipboard. “There’s a definite improvement in accuracy. But if your hold it like this-”

She wrapped an arm around you, hand gripping yours. “Keeping your arms steady. Don’t close one eye.”

Peggy’s voice was like honey in your ears, breath hot against your neck. You fought to keep composure. The room was spinning, but you managed to keep your hand steady on the trigger, pointed at the target on the other side of the room.

Her hand rested on your nip, and you could feel the heat radiate through your slacks.

“There,” Agent Carter murmured. “Pull it.”

You pulled the trigger, and shots rang out in the cement room. 

The breathe you were holding escaped in a heavy sigh that you were certain Agent Carter heard.

“Agent Carter?” Dooley’s voice shook the two of you out of your stupor. “I want to talk to you. In my office, now.”

“Thank you, Agent Carter,” you said, unable to look at her.

“Please,” she did not remove her hand from yours. “Call me Peggy.”

You nodded, throat suddenly too tight to speak. Her eyes seemed to say a million things 

Then she was gone.

When you pulled on your jacket to leave for the night, all but one office was dark and empty. Agent Carter was still in her office, sitting behind her desk, cradling the picture frame of the blond man.

“Well,” you murmured. “This isn’t how I expected you to celebrate your big promotion.”

She smiled, still looking down. “How did you expect it?”

“I don’t know; a little gloating, a lot of drinking,” You shrugged. “Maybe some debauchery disguised in the form of dancing.”

She laughed, warm and deep, but incredibly weak. “I’m afraid I don’t dance. Not anymore.”

Her finger traced the glass of the picture, and you nodded. She was not going to open up if your pushed it.

You cleared your throat. “Peggy, I’m planning on going out tonight. Perhaps we can celebrate together? Maybe buy a few drinks and talk?” You probed gently. If she interpreted this as a date, you were either screwed, or getting screwed. 

She finally looked up, and you noticed hoe red and watery her eyes were. Peggy managed to smile. “Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?”

“Maybe,” You leaned against the door frame. “Only if you want me to.”

Peggy seemed to think over her options, she was almost unreadable. “Where do you have in mind?” 

You grinned, offering your hand. I know a place, if you’re ready to party.”

***

“Come on, honey”, you giggled, pulling Peggy along. “This will help you forget about everything.”

Mona’s was a quiet-looking building of red brick with iron bars on blacked out windows. There was a tall, stocky butch out front, hair cropped and gelled back, wearing a striped button down and slacks. She took the cigarette from behind her ear and in one fluid motion, lit it and took a deep drag. It dangled between her lips. 

“Hey, Bonnie,” You grinned at the woman. 

She offered you a coy smile. “Long time no see, Y/N. Who’s this?”

You wrapped an arm around Peggy. “She’s my guest, Bon. Is it alright that she comes in tonight?”

Bonnie sized her up, and Peggy did not back down. She looked Bonnie in the eye, chin raised. You were caught off guard when Peggy winked at her. 

The corner of Bonnie’s mouth raised. “Yeah, she’s good. Come on in.” 

You opened the door, revealing a landing, and two staircases; one that led to upstairs apartments, and one that led to the basement. As the door closed, you faced Peggy in the cramped area. 

“Peggy, I’m sure you’re aware of what kind of pub this is.”

“Honestly, I’m a touch surprised, Y/N.”

You faltered. “Peggy, this is... it’s a-”

“A lesbian bar?” she asked kindly. “I’m alright with it, Y/N. In fact, I’m more alright with it that you would believe.”

“What?”

“You might find this hard to believe, but I’m quite familiar with Mona’s,” She studied her nails, feigning disinterest. “I’m what you might call a frequent patron.”

This information slapped you in the face. Staying silent, you worked through the information as Peggy continued to speak. 

“Y/N, I’m trusting you with this information. No one at S.H.I.E.L.D. can ever find out about the both of us, okay?” 

You snapped out of your daze. “Of course! I’m not a ditz. I know a thing or two about secrecy.”

“Good,” that easy smile returned to her face. “If you’d like, Y/N, we can still have a few drinks.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. I still want to celebrate my promotion.”

You grinned, “Lead the way, mademoiselle.”

The bar was a touch dingy, not bringing in enough funds to keep it completely spotless and well lit, but you found a table for yourself and Peggy. You called out to the bartender to send a bottle of the finest champagne. The pub was moderately crowded with other women all chatting and drinking, paying you no mind. The two of you listened to the jazz from the gramophone, drinking and laughing about the goons at the office. 

“It’s infuriating!” Peggy laughed, wiping tears from her eyes. “Thompson wants to be a secretary, not an agent! It felt so good when Dooley gave me the promotion.”

You snickered, champagne sloshing onto the table. “I’ve never seen him so angry.” The bottle was empty, and the clock read one in the morning. “It’s getting late, Peg, I’ve gotta get going. Walk me home?”

The two of you took a cab back to your apartment, and Peggy walked you to the door.

You played with the buttons of her jacket. She swallowed audibly. “So, are you going to invite me in or not?”

The two of you barely made it to the bedroom.

Your lips bumped against Peggy’s neck before latching onto her jaw. You stumbled, pressing her against the bedroom door. 

“All you have to say is yes,” You said softly into her skin. “That’s all I need, Peggy.”

She groaned as your lips stayed so tantalizingly far from her mouth. “Fuck me, Y/N, yes.”

Driven by lust, you pressed your lips to hers, letting Peggy open her mouth at her own pace, coaxing your tongue into her mouth. Her hands roamed down your chest, sliding over your breasts until they found your belt. 

Peggy pulled away, dragging you closer to the bed by the buckle. You were surprised at how breathless you were, panting as she began to unbutton your shirt. You shed it and your trousers quickly, helping her out of her skirt and blouse, sucking a dark hickey onto her collar bone.

She stood there in her lacy, black panties, gasping when your fingers brushed against her breasts.

A hand gripped the back of your head, keeping you in place, tongue lapping at her chest. 

“Fuck,” Peggy groaned. You slipped your hands down her thighs, pressing against the soft flesh of her ass. “Bed. Now.”

You fell on top of her, straddling her waist. Lips brushing against hers, delicate, then rough and filthy. Your hand slowly traveled down Peggy’s chest and navel, resting on her hip. You played with the hem of her panties.

“You’re so beautiful,” Your voice was barely above a whisper. Peggy’s hand gripped your wrist, guiding it beneath her under garment, pulling them off.

As you pressed against her, she let out a shaking gasp. Every movement created a reaction; sometimes quiet, delicious mews, other times they were loud, pleasured moans. 

Your hands never left Peggy, pushing in and out of her tight heat, hooking your fingers to brush against her G spot. When you pulled away, she let out a disappointed noise. 

You replaced your hand with your thigh. You sighed as Peggy shifted her hips, dragging herself over the skin of your thigh, warm and wet. She moved faster and faster, her moans becoming higher and higher.

“Fuck,” she hissed, teeth clenched, arms thrown around your neck. Peggy cried out, falling into pleasure, back arching into you. You collapsed onto her, breathless.

She pressed a messy kiss your forehead before pulling the sheets over the both of you. You wrapped an arm around her waist, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Goodnight, Peg,” you murmured sleepily, nuzzling closer.

She ran a hand through your hair. “Goodnight, love.”

***

A/N: This is long as heck.

[cherry-wine-supernova]

Dame - h.o.

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Latina!reader

Summary: you get hired to help a certain British boy learn Spanish for an upcoming role... too bad y’all catch feelings 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warning: smuuut, some fluff!!

A/n: ayyye ya girl is back with another concept that, once again, @hazshauntedbelle has concocted and I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity to write it!!!

You were new to London, and man was London different than the Bronx. You didn’t hear Spanish being yelled at from the windows, or the consistent sound of sirens wailing right outside your apartment building. Yes, it was still a city, but it had nothing on New York. London was... a bit more peaceful if anything. And, honestly, you would take the peaceful over the constant noise that covered the Bronx at the moment.

You had moved because your superiors at the law firm you worked at in Manhattan were planting a new firm in the UK, and you, being the adventure lover you are, jumped at the chance. As much as you loved the Bronx and all that the city has to offer, you were craving a fresh start, something to shake things up in your life. You were never one to just sit still and stay in one place at a time, so the opportunity came at just the right time.

However, even when you got to London, you were still craving something new. You wanted to do something apart from the mundane work that a law firm brings... something different. So, you came up with the idea to teach Spanish for all who were willing to listen. Growing up in a big Puerto Rican household where Spanish was your first language, you had vast knowledge, and was itching to share it with these Brits.

At first, you had a few college students come for extra help, with some secondary school children mixed in. There were some adults that came later on in the mix, but you had primarily a lot of younger students. One in particular was catching on really well, and could even hold actual conversations with you. This did not go unnoticed by her mother, who approached you with an opportunity to teach one of her clients. She did briefly tell you she worked for a talent agency in the area, but didn’t speak much about her work (most likely for obvious reasons). So when she pitched you the idea, you were intrigued.

And thus started your teaching lessons with Harrison Osterfield. You had heard his name around town because of his up and coming status as a model and actor. You also did see him in Catch-22, but other than that he was just a normal guy just trying to get his Spanish correct.

But, to be honest, he wasn’t just a normal guy to you. You grew close with Harrison, even so far as accompanying him to a few parties with his best friends and poker nights at his apartment, even just having lazy Sundays where you two would be lounging around in sweats watching Golden Girls.

And you couldn’t help but feel things for him when he would keep you close by when you were out, or when he would always help you out when you played poker because you were shit at it, or when he would put his head in your lap during one of Rose’s St Olaf stories and pout his lips because you weren’t massaging his scalp. The closeness you felt with Harrison was making you catch feelings, but you were unsure of your boundaries with him, especially because you were getting paid to teach him your native language.

“Harrison, I am really gonna need you to focus or else I’m gonna leave,” you joked, smacking his arm lightly as you peered into your notes on the floor of his apartment.

“Oh, y/n/n, come on! We’ve been at it for hours, and I’m dying to watch Practical Magic again,” Harrison groaned playfully, his head burying into your shoulder.

“Haz, listen. If you wanna be that badass, bilingual spy, you’ve gotta learn a second language! Now come on, next line,” you turned to him with a serious face on, eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

Harrison paused for a second with an unreadable expression on his face as he stared at you, before continuing, “Okay. ‘¿Por qué haces difícil resis- resistire?’”

“You almost got it! It’s, ‘¿Por qué haces que sea difícil resistirte?’ So let’s try that again, Haz,” you encouraged, giggling at his mess-up.

“Alright. ‘¿Por qué haces que sea difícil resistirte?’” Harrison sighed, smiling when he got the words right.

“Okay, Haz, I see you, Mr. Bilingual,” you playfully teased, shoving his shoulder lightly.

A blush threatened to take over Harrison’s face as he continued again. “¿Ni siquiera te das cuenta de cuánto te quiero en este momento?”

“Wait, Haz, that’s not in the-“ you shuffled through your notes for him when he interrupted you.

“Y/n, no intentes esconderte de esto.”

“Harrison, ¿qué quieres decir?” You asked, and you swore you felt your heart race.

“No tienes idea de cuánto quiero besarte en este momento,” Harrison breathed, and you took note of how close he was to you.

“Haz-“

“Dame un beso,” he whispered, looking deep into your eyes as he leaned in, and his lips ghosted yours. “Please tell me you want this.”

You felt your knees buckle at the feeling of his lips just barely touching yours, the tingly sensation reaching from your heart to your core. You close the gap as your lips pressed into his soft ones, your hand snaking it’s way to his neck, then to his soft sandy blonde curls. You felt that tingly sensation grow deeper and deeper as you sucked on Harrison’s bottom lip, a soft moan escaping his mouth at the feeling of his lip in between your teeth.

After a bit of time wrestling tongues, you two broke apart, panting from the loss of breath. Your eyes traveled all over Harrison’s face, and honestly, you could have came on site. His hair was now disheveled thanks to your hands being tangled in his hair. His lips were swollen and a rosy pink, and his ocean eyes were a shade darker than normal. He had a pretty intense flush on his cheeks as he stared at you with eyes that screamed an emotion you couldn’t identify until this very moment - love.

“Kiss me again,” Harrison spoke quietly, now-darkened blues zeroing in on your lips.

“No, no hasta que me vuelvas a preguntar en Español,” you tutted, you biting your lip and moving closer.

“Dame un beso, Amor,” Harrison spoke up a bit louder this time as he found himself grabbing your waist and pulling you closely and tightly, your legs resting on either side of him.

You smiled as you closed the gap, this time the kiss was heated, sensual... passionate. His hands creeping up your t-shirt. Your hands tugging at those curls of his. His hands removing your shirt. Your hands yanking his off of his body.

“God, tu eres perfección,” Harrison spoke softly, admiring the black lace bra that held your breasts in place, practically undressing you with his eyes.

“Me? Says you, Osterfield,” you blushed, you giving your own mental undressing as your eyes trail down to his muscular chest and his chiseled abs.

Harrison’s face flushed as he leaned in to kiss you, all teeth and tongue. Clothes becoming scattered everywhere. Soft moans filling the air as hands start to touch parts of each other you had never would’ve touched before. A sensation so strong, you and Harrison both felt it heightening your senses.

“Haz, please,” you whined as you felt his hand travel lower to your core, slender fingers ghosting your clit.

“Please what, angel?” Harrison hummed as his index finger slid up and down your folds, your wetness sliding along with it.

“Please get inside me, holy shit,” you moaned at the contact.

“Alright, love,” Harrison smirks as he guided his length into your core, causing a loud moan to escape your lips at the feeling of his dick inside you.

He paused before looking down at you with expectant eyes, waiting for a signal for him to continue. You nodded with a soft smile as he started thrusting, moans spilling out of his and your mouths.

“Oh, god Haz, you feel so damn good in me,” you pant out, staring deep into his eyes.

“Fuck y/n, don’t do that shit to me. You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that,” Harrison moaned loudly, his thrusts picking up speed.

“Then go ahead. Cum for me, papi,” you purred.

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt his dick twitch, his cum spilling inside of you. You couldn’t help but watch him come undone above you. His eyes squeezed shut. His plump lips parted as moans and pants, as well as a string of curse words, flow out of it, cheeks now a dark rosy color. The sight of his release quickly got you to yours, your own orgasm overtaking your body, causing you to see stars.

“Holy shit,” you muttered shakily as you were coming down from your high.

“Are you alright, love?” Harrison asked, a wave of concern washing over his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be okay,” you sigh, “it’s just... I haven’t been fucked like that in a very long time...”

“Oh really now?” Harrison questioned, a smirk slowly growing on his face as he tucked a stray hair of yours away from your face.

“Yeah...” you trailed off, heat radiating off of your cheeks.

“Well, princess, there’s plenty of more where that came from,” Harrison spoke as he leaned down to your bare neck, his lips starting to leave little spots of purple with his kisses.

“You know, as much as I’m loving this right now, this isn’t what you’re paying me for, Haz,” you sighed at the feeling of his lips sucking on precious skin.

Harrison’s lips stopped their attacks across your neck as he looked up at you, eyes shining with lust and adoration. “Well, guess my lesson’s over now.”

“Yeah, and a new one’s about to begin.”

Tagging some mutuals bc I love y’all (feel free to ignore if ya don’t wanna read it!) @beautifullydisconnected @osterfield-holland-andcompany @farfromhaz @angelhaz11

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Wanna One Lai Guan Lin - The 24 Hour Challenge

 featuring: lai guan lin

genre: fluff

word count: 1,964 words

summary: a 24-hour experience with a newly assigned class, and a so-called crush

suggested: nah lmao

you were a junior in your high school

so as an annual tradition, each junior class has to conduct something special for their class to bond before the start of the school year

because in sophomore year you all were in different classes

so you kind off had to get to know each other

your newly elected class representative, lee daehwi, suggested a 24 hour challenge at a chalet

and it was somehow approved by the school

it was supposedly “innovative” and a “fresh idea”

anyways

everyone in your class managed to chip in a little fee to book the chalet for a full day

luckily in your new class you knew a few people from your sophomore class

you thought about skipping cause you thought it would be weird lmao

but your friend dragged you along because she loves exploring new things

so ofc you went

class spirit!

time skip

on the day of the 24 hour challenge

everyone gathered at the booked chalet at about 3pm

& our amazing class rep split the class up into small groups of 4 to their rooms to unpack

boys & girls rooms duh

at about 4pm everyone was gathered back at the common room

and he began explaining the ground rules

like no alcohol, no illegal substances etc

and no electronics

so he had to confiscate everyone’s phone lmao

he also explained the itinerary of the full 24 hours

and he said everyone could hang around until 6pm, where people had to gather at the bbq pit for dinner

after dispersing, you were left defenseless without your precious phone

so you went to the kitchen

isnt the kitchen everyone’s safe haven lmao

and started socializing with your new classmates

you made a few friends surprisingly 

and it was fun overall

stirring your cup of coffee, you looked over at the common room decked with kinect & wii games

you spot this really enthusiastic kid that dragged his friend to switch on just dance to play

seeing the slightly taller guy dance made you smile a little

he seemed like a really reserved guy, but he looked like he was having lots of fun with his friend

it was really cute

so you never thought you would do this

but you joined them

since just dance could play up to 4 people

you decided why not

you never tried just dance

and you played a game with them

yes, without asking their names

after this extremely long and strenuous song

you got second place

with the taller guy in last

you look over to expect a defeated look

but he was still smiling like how he did 10 minutes ago

he was panting yeah

trying to regain his breath on the couch

he still looked really smol

even tho he was tall

while you let your other classmates play

you learnt the guy who got 1st place was seonho

he was generally just a really happy guy

you kindoff guessed it when he entered the class on the first day and gave everyone a sweet and a card with a happy face sticker on it

& the other guy

who was still dancing away

was named guanlin

after chatting a bit with seonho you decided to help out at the bbq pit

and you saw daehwi & your friend chatting away

they were exchanging jokes and giggles

and you just pressed your hand against the glass pane and smiled

you sHIPPED THEM sO hard

bc class rep & vice class reps are shippable

then you heard someone next to you say,

“i ship them too, they’re cute,”

you faced him, to see guanlin pressing his arm against the glass pane as well

“oh, hello, i’m y/n,” you turned to him and greeted

and he did the same

as you threw him a towel from the drawer to wipe his sweat, you asked,

“should we disrupt their moment?”

guanlin shook his head

“nah, it’s their moment,” he said, smiling as he walked away

you watched him as he walked away

and that kindoff concluded your first interaction with him

the guy with the smile that needed to be protected

time sKIP

after some good dinner

(daehwi made sure eVEryone was full)

(class rep more like mother)

he said it was time for gamES!!

you could hear seonho frm the other side of the room squeal

& it was hide and seek

you swore you haven’t played hide and seek ever since you were 8

but you were convinced that you could find a great hiding spot

you kindoff saw a spot earlier that no one wld ever suspect (!!)

so once the seeker began counting down, you loitered a bit first

cause you wanted to see everyone scatter

maybe you could find a better spot

but you ultimately went to your spot

which was this camouflaged door under the stairs that led to a small storage area

you weren’t afraid of small spaces

so why not

you opened the door to see 

well

a tall fella

sat in the corner

before you could apologize and leave, the seeker had already announced he would begin

and guanlin grabbed your wrist, pulled you in and shut the door

uhh it was kindoff a small space

so it was just you and guanlin

in the dark

uncomfortably close

you were both sitting in silence

you wanted to say something

but the seeker could hear you guys talking if you did

so you kept quiet

you could still see some of guanlin’s face due to the fading light falling into through the thin walls

he had literally no flaws

how can a guy have flawless skin?!?

without thinking you blurted out,

“sO-”

before you could even continue tho

he grabbed your wrist again

his hand shocked you lmao

so you fell forward a bit & he caught you

& you could smell his scent

like

NO

you felt like you did injustice

and you backed up a bit and whispered sorry

thanks to the light

you couldnt see the red fading on guanlin’s cheeks

oh & god damn your ears were all red too

ugh just kiss already

anyways

the seeker was left with you two

and could not find you two

so you two crawled out of the little storage room 

everyone didn’t expect the two of you to be together

in an enclosed space

so there were a bit of murmurs

daehwi exCLAIMED,

“yOU hAVe vIOLATED THe RUleS of INdeCen-”

“NO” you blurted

daehwi started laughing

and everyone did too

except you and guanlin

you literally thought they were interrogating you

but it was a joke

haha joking

you fake-laughed

you turned around to see him

just looking away

occasionally rubbing his cheeks

after the game, it was curfew, & you managed to escape to your room as quickly as possible

and dug your face into your pillow

and you just lied there for 10mins

and did not notice your friend enter

“what was the deal with guanlin? are you all a thing?” your friend asked as she sat on your bed

“uughhhhhhh”

“so i take that as a no?”

you sit up and faced her

“it was embarrassing,” you said & covered your face

“pff, it’s okay, have a good nights rest okay?” she said, patting your back

after sulking a bit more, you decided to change into your pjs

as you walked out of the room door, you noticed guanlin walking to his room wearing his freshly changed pjs

it was a matching set of fluffy pjs

it was so adorable wtf

wait

wHy were you feeling these?!?

you shook your head vigorously

like girl

you cant fall for some guy you just met

you did a quick change and went to sleep

but through hours of tossing and turning

you couldnt sleep

you just couldnt sleep in a new environment

partially another reason you didnt want to come

you would naturally grab your phone and scroll around on instagram or something

but since you didnt have it

you just laid on your bed

looking at the clock

it was almost 3am

you sighed

you had nothing to do

so you decided to go down to kitchen and make yourself some hot tea

it was really soothing to you

as you floated down the stairs craving for your tea

you noticed the kitchen light on

you peeked in

and saw guanlin standing there with his own cup of drink

before you could run away from the embarrassment previously

he called out your name

“yo y/n! you up too?”

you found his raspy voice so bEauTifuL

you slowly spun around

and reminded yourself to not remember the incident previously

and you did

“uhh, y-yeah,” you stammered, and walked past him to make a drink

he saw you, it was impossible to just walk away again

“ahaha yeah, me too, i can’t sleep in new places,”

while the hot water was pouring into your cup, you turned around

“rEally?” you said too enthusiastically

you eyes literally shone 

and he was shocked

“o-oh sorry hah, i have the same problem,” you said, collecting your drink

looking out of the window, you said

“i just never knew someone with the a similar, yknow,”

guanlin hummed in agreement

the next hour was just spent talking

about anything tbh

about how you never really saw him in freshman and sophomore year because he was that timid

about grades

until you two finished your midnight drinks

you two walked up the stairs back to your rooms together

as you turned the doorknob to your room, he ruffled your hair and passed by behind you

“goodnight, y/n”

you could hear a smile from his voice

which made your heart melt ok

you returned to your bed and kindoff reflected

you would be spending two more of your years in school with your cRush

oh god u admitted your crush

aaaaaaaaaaaa

and you fell asleep to the thought that you would be able to see that smile everyday

fEw hOURs pass

9am!! sun rise!!!

breakfast!!

ofc u weren’t up because you slept at like 4am last night lmao

so you waddled out of bed at 11am

everyone already had their breakfast and are literally out of the door heading for the beach 

you were so behind time lmao

once you saw no one around, you realized you were late

as you opened the front door, you heard stomping behind you

it was guanlin

because he slept at 4am too

“lets goooo!!” you shouted, grabbing his wrist and dragging him out of the door

jeez he didnt even put on slippers yet

once you reached the beach, you just ate the sandwich you packed for lunch and thats about it

while everyone else played

you werent much of a fan of the sun and outdoors bahah

but you saw guanlin playing in the water with the other guys

he had the smile again

the captivating one

you sigh and just look his way

for some reason

you had the urge to make him smile like that

and you really wanted to see him smile because of you

and you only

uhgh what were u thinking

time sKip

it was time to leave :(

everyone was one by one leaving the compound with their belongings

and you were one of the last ones

when you left, you saw guanlin waiting for you near the door

guanlin grinned, put down his duffel bag and opened his arms

you walked right into them, hugging him back

“see you soon, guanlin,” you said

“wait-”

you turn around

“uhm, i would love to talk with you again,” he said, handing you his phone with a new contact application

you smiled

“of course,”

[unholyree]

Never Have I Ever...

Dylan O’Brien smut

warnings:  nsfw !!, oral (female recieving), squirting, slight pain inflicted

request:  dylan o brien where they're best friends and somehow the reader tells him about how she's never ever had an orgasm, followed by MANY orgasms bc dylan's gotta help his friend out

Just like ever other Saturday night, you and Dylan held this small get-together that comprises quarter of the cast of Teen Wolf including Tyler P, Holland, and Shelley. Although you were not relatively part of the crew, being Dylan’s roommate made you part of the family. They have known you for a year which was as long as you were being Dylan’s roommate, but it was enough for them to acknowledge your character.

As everyone downed alcohols of their choice, Dylan was nowhere to be found. You figured he was either in his room longing for solitary or he was outdoors smoking; nevertheless, you wanted to find him sooner than join Tyler quaff cans of beer in the living room.

You proceeded into the kitchen grasping two red solo cups that was loaded with frigid beer, and advance outdoors. Luckily, you spotted Dylan who had his back leaned against the brick wall while also having a lit cigarette placed between his fingers. He arched his elbow, directing the cigarette on his pink plump lips savoring the fumes that coursed in his mouth. Then he softly puffed the smoke, scattering into thin air.

“Hey pretty boy.” You uttered disturbing the stillness of the surrounding while you stood a few feet away from Dylan. He looked alongside where you surfaced and threw a lopsided grin, his pupils dilated and bore a despondent expression, giving a mellow cough after puffing fumes of nicotine. “Hey Y/N.”

Once Dylan finished his cigarette he threw the rest on the concrete ground, numerously stepping on it with his sneakers. “I brought you a drink.” You stated, stretching your hand reaching him the red solo cup on one of your hands. “Thanks.” He, again, gave a sheepish grin and a nod taking the cup from your hand. Seeing there was an empty space beside Dylan, your feet escorted you beside him and leaned your back against the brick wall. “Why are you out alone, Dylan?” You asked while your eyes focused on your drink and his response was a shrug followed by, “Eh, I prefer to smoke here.”

A faint giggle escaped your lips, knowing Dylan, his excuse was completely unreasonable. “Dylan you’re literally --” Your sentence was ceased after feeling tender plump lips attach on yours. Dylan spun from his side and faced in front of you, his arm resting on the wall building enough support not to fall on you. Both your tongues made out in sync as you relished the flavor of tobacco and alcohol in his mouth.

This events do happen, occasionally, where both of you ascend into making out. Often just to break some kind of tension between, but it usually stops there. It never made its way to a whole new level, where there were more intimate and physical impacts, and both of you were perfectly fine with the idea of it.

Dylan’s hands found its way on the edge of your jeans and roaming around valuing your curves and humming vibrations into the kiss.Your back leaned further against the wall , your head submitting under Dylan while he still fought for dominance. “Mm,” His lips hummed, feeling his tongue inquire entrance with yours. You certainly ratified to it making him explore further in your mouth.

“Y/N! Dylan!” Both you and Dylan heard, instinctively breaking the kiss and shifting back to your previous setting. In the corner of your eye, you saw Shelley holding a cup with a befuddled expression. “Where have you two been?” She questioned, “The game is starting and we have been looking for you two!”

Both of you apologized as Shelley retreating inside the house. Dylan motioned for you to proceed after him, where you gladly did, and slung his muscular arm around your shoulder while you both accessed into the living room seeing the others sat and arranged in a circle, with a bottle of vodka pl. “C’mon! We’re playing never have I ever,” Holland voiced, “With a kinky twist!” Tyler appended.

Holland patted a vacant slot beside her, where you followed with Dylan who was still behind you. You were seated beside Dylan while he was seated beside Tyler, lastly followed by Shelley. “So the game is similar with the standard one but,” Holland explained, “You take a shot if you have done the thing that the specific person confessed, plus, the confession must be something wild or kinky.”

“Okay I’ll start.” Holland stated. “Never have I ever,” She paused for an instant pondering of a shrewd idea, “Had a one night stand.”  The statement made all of you reckon, nevertheless, taking a shot and letting the sting of alcohol run down your throat. Next was Shelley admitting, “I have never had a threesome.” And as expected, Tyler and Dylan parted a toast and guzzled the shots.

You, Holland, and Shelley eyed the two boys acknowledging they apparently had a threesome. “When?” Holland intrigued. “It was some night in Europe, Dylan and I were very drunk, okay?” Tyler expounded.

Then it was Tyler’s turn, “I have never sent a sext!” He pridefully stated on which Shelley solely took a shot making Holland, again, compelled. “Damn Shelley! Who knew you’d be that wild.” Making Shelley fluster and focus on the carpet below her. “It was one sext to my ex, no biggie.”  Next was Dylan who took his time trying to reckon any ideas, “Well,” He prolonged, “I have never been caught masturbating.” He stated although resounding more of a question rather than a statement. “Oh come on O’Brien, you can think of something better than that!” Tyler provoked, “I’m sure as hell no one here would take a shot, right guys?” However, Dylan wouldn’t budge as no words have withdrawn from his lips. 

Finally, it was your turn. “Is it depressing to say I have never,” You timidly said followed by, “had an orgasm.” followed by the sound of your voice sinking into embarrassment while your face blushed into a shade of red. Everyone startled over your statement. “But Y/N, you aren’t a virgin right?” Shelley inquired. “Yeah, I’m totally not a virgin anymore.” You guaranteed. “It’s just that, I never really got into the mood because it’s either my partner really sucked at giving pleasure or he had a really small penis.”

“Man that sucks! Orgasms are like the fucking best.” Tyler voiced.  And the game mostly revolved around numerous confessions until midnight struck. Tyler had the most shots while the rest had no more than four, particularly Holland who didn’t want to get anywhere near being wasted as she had to drive Shelley and Tyler back to their homes.

Holland and Shelley made their way into Holland’s car while an intoxicated Tyler followed them. “Hey wait up for me!” Tyler slurred, throwing up at the pavement then attempted to open the car door and get in the backseat. “Tyler you better not vomit in my car.” Holland threatened.

“Bye guys!” You waved, your shoulder leaned on the door frame, “Drive safely.” 

Once you shut the door behind, you looked at the shambles of articles scattered around your living room. You commenced the clean up, starting with the bottles and solo cups on the floor, throwing the rubbish in the bin. Then while you tried reaching for excess litter stuck in various places, a pair of arms sneaked around your waist, spinning you around. You were faced with Dylan. His eyes gesturing a sign of lust and his breathing, heavy and reeked of alcohol. “No one has really made you come before?” He questioned, his hands advancing under your shirt and unclasping your bra. “No one, Dyl.” You moaned out as one of his hands tried grasping on your taut nipple while the other was on your back, pulling you against his chest. “Well,” He snickered, pulling your shirt over your head and removing your bra that was once concealing your breasts and both tossing the fabric behind him. “Let me be the first one to show you how an orgasm feels.” He muttered, his hot breath sending cold shivers down your spine, and seconds before he collided his luscious nude lips onto yours. This time, both your mouths savored the taste of varieties of alcohol while your top was fully exposed to Dylan. “You have such fucking amazing breasts, Y/N.” He groaned examining your chest, delicately squeezing one of your boobs while you took delight of it. Again, Dylan inquired entrance with your mouth, which you gladly gave authorization on as his tongue became more aggressive within exploring your mouth. Both your tongues danced in perfect sync as your breathing became more heavy, droplets of sweat trickling down onto your neck. Dylan murmured, “Jump.” Between the make out, making you leap and wrap your legs around his waist. Within no time, he took you upstairs into his room and laid you down on his bed, him putting his shirt over his head and throwing it at the corner revealing his sexy, toned body. He pinned you down effortlessly, lowering his head into your ear whispering, “Scream as loud as you can for me, babygirl.”

He began unzipping your jeans, pulling them down leaving you in your sexy lace underwear. “Your so hot,” Dylan mumbled, gradually spreading your legs and taking an exceptional view in front of him whilst slowly slipping down the panties, dropping them onto the floor, this time offering Dylan a much finer view. “Fuck,” He swore, “I can’t wait to make this pretty little pussy come.”

Then he initiated by leaving soft kisses set inside your thighs and working his way onto your core, lowering his face onto it and blowing a strip of air making you flinch. Dylan licked a strip of your entrance and slowly inserted a finger in you, firstly taking a slow pace. It followed with him inserting another, making you moan out of delight whilst his pace quickened in pace, his tongue indulging into your clit while constantly licking it. Your hands went its way up to Dylan’s hair, as you felt his fingers slowly curl inside you, making you tug vaguely at the strands of Dylan’s hair. No doubt you knew he had found your g-spot effortlessly, unlike your past lovers who never knew how to please you, as his fingers skillfully worked its way in yo. He repeatedly done his actions whilst his mouth pleased your clit by drawing figure 8′s, captivating you with the pleasure you were receiving. 

“Fuck, Dyl.” You moaned loudly feeling Dylan pick up an aggressive pace making your back arch against his bed, your legs starting to quiver. “Faster,” You instructed where he gladly obeyed, “As you wish, babygirl.”

It reached the point where you felt your legs tremble, loud moans escaping your lips. Though you weren’t stable in your place, since your body kept quivering and quaking, Dylan held you down. You threw your head against the bed, whimpering, “I’m close.” And felt your stomach contract, your mind being incapable of thinking of anything else but coming.

Without anymore signals, you felt yourself tighten around Dylan’s fingers, and sense that you came at Dylan. So that’s an orgasm, your breathing was improper while adrenaline rushed through your veins. “Fuck you’re a squirter, Y/N.” Dylan stated, plastering a devilish grin on his face after seeing you finally had your first orgasm. “God, Y/N, that was so hot.” “Are you up for round two?” Dylan asked while you gave a nod still trying to recover from your first release. “You’ll definitely enjoy this.” He stated, unbuttoning his pants and pushing it down along with his boxers and brief, revealing his dick that sprung out. Then he opened his drawer, fumbling for an object that later on revealed as a condom.  Dylan straightaway ripped the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the lubricated rubber on his dick. He lowered himself onto your entrance, spreading your legs extensively. Steadily, he made his way inside you, both moaning in unison while Dylan commenced into thrusting. You cried out a, “Fuck, you’re so big, Dyl.” As you altered to his size. “Y/N, you’re so fucking tight.” Dylan groaned, thrusting into you faster making you and the bed sway. With both his hands on your waist trying to keep you steady and put, he lowered his face onto your perky breasts and latching his mouth on one of them. “Mm, so fucking good.” Dylan hummed, feeling him lick on your nipple. His mouth left your breast and began leaving trails of kisses from the valley of your breasts up to your collar bones and finally to your neck. He found a sweet sensitive spot where moaned as he gently brushed past it, he began sucking and nibbling on to the area leaving a sight of a hickey. “You’re mine now huh.” Dylan breathed out. Your hands crept up its way on Dylan’s toned back as your nails dug on it. His first response on it was flinching on the pain inflicted, but then grew immune to him. You dug your nails, left scratches on his back yet Dylan didn’t bother.

“Fuck! Dylan, I’m about to come!” You cried aloud, this time enduring your walls tighten much more around his cock ,your legs trembling down and your body and mind being unable to function. “Come for me, baby.” Dylan moaned throwing his head back out of the satisfaction he felt inside you, while you released, again, this time at his cock though.

You felt Dylan release too, filling up the condom that was wrapped around his dick. He tied the rubber and wrapped in a few pieces of Kleenex tissues that were on his table side, throwing it in the bin. “Okay,” Dylan breathed out, “Best sex I had in a while.” While he positioned his way under the covers, with you alongside him. The room echoed out a heavy and passionate atmosphere, as both Dylan and you tried to regain your breathing. You could hear both heartbeats reverberate around the room along with the catching up of breath. It also did reek of sex as it felt really humid around you two while drowning in pools of sweat.

“Mind doing this again?” You asked, looking beside at Dylan who wrapped his muscular arms around you and nuzzled his head behind your back. “Not at all.”

[guardianofjunmyeon]

Chinese Class (One-shot)

Pairing: Tao x Reader

Genre: Fluff; College!AU

Description: You need a tutor for Chinese, and through your roommate’s boyfriend’s friend you find him. One shitty study session, some mistakenly sent texts, and a retry later, you find that he’s isn’t as horrible a teacher as you thought.

A/N: If my Chinese is shit, let me know. I used translate for part of it bc it’s been a month since I even looked at anything related to my Chinese class, and unlike the character in this all of my Chinese is shitty. Not just my speaking. (Translations at bottom)

“Okay good, but your pronunciation is wrong. It’s fourth tone not second.”

“I’m saying it in fourth!”

“No you aren’t. You have to say it like you’re angry. You just sound…slightly displeased. Say ‘to buy’.”

“Mǎi.”

“Now say ‘to sell’.”

“Mai.”

“No, see that’s where you’re fucking up. Your third tone is fine, it’s just…your fourth. Say it like you’re pissed. Mài!”

“Mai!”

“Wow you really are terrible at tones.” You let your head bump against the top of the table you and Tao are camped out at in your University’s study hall. You were in desperate search of a tutor for Chinese, and happened to remember that your roommate’s boyfriend’s friend happened to be from the exact place where this difficult ass language is spoken. You have an oral exam in a week, and unable to practice with any of your friends (who are totally lame and didn’t want to take Chinese with you) you reached out to him.

Through your roommate’s boyfriend of course.

As good as his Chinese is, he sucks as a teacher. And to top it off he was expecting lessons from you in return. You expected him to ask for something in exchange for helping you, but never in your life did you think he wanted to learn English slang.

His foot nudges you under the table. “Hey, now tell me what this word is. What does this mean? Arthur Mee Mee.” you hold your head up to give him a bored stare. He holds his phone in front of you and you see an Arthur meme on his screen.

“It’s meme. Not mee mee. Like…me-muh. You don’t say the second m-e the way you say the first,” you explain monotonously. He pulls his phone back and looks at it like you’ve just explained quantum physics or the meaning of life or some shit. You watch him mouth the word to himself a few times and nod approvingly to himself.  

“I hate Chinese,” you grunt in dissatisfaction.

“Say that in Chinese.”

“Wǒ zhēn bù xǐhuān zhongwén.”

“You said zhōng weird.”

“Your face is weird,” you retort bitterly. He scoffs and doesn’t bother to reply. “Tao you’re supposed to be helping me, and I’m not getting any better at this.” Your plea falls on deaf ears as the guy across from you distractedly plays with his phone. Fingers flying across the screen and soft smile creeping across his face.

You’re going to have to fight him to get him to actively pay any attention to you.

“Let’s just call it a day. I haven’t gotten anything done, and yet…” you wait to see if he is going to even attempt to acknowledge the fact that you started talking. He doesn’t. You huff. “And yet I have a headache.”

Still no response. You stand up agitated and start to violently shove all of your shit in your bag. You feel disregarded and even a bit embarrassed. You nearly had to beg him for this tutoring session, and you even got…somewhat dressed up for it. You could have worn sweats and not done shit to your hair, but you did because you wanted to give a good impression…and you heard he was kind of cute so like…

But fuck that.

You’ll find a new tutor and you’ll dress comfortably and actually get some studying done.

You just need to find someone who can actually help you in Chinese…

You glance outside of the glass that separates the small study room from the larger area and try to get a gauge on what time it might be. You started studying at like 6pm…there’s no way it can be any later than 7. Whipping your phone out of your pocket to check the time and you see that yes, you were right. It’s only 6:42. 2 hours earlier than you intended on leaving today.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. Did you not just hear me 5 seconds ago?”

“You said something?” he asks genuinely. You grunt and chuck your bag over your shoulder offering a bitter but polite smile.

“Thanks for your time, but I don’t think we should continue these sessions,” you tell him evenly. A brief nod is all you can give as you scatter from the room before he can retort or even think of composing a response.

You stab at the elevator buttons trying to get it to close quickly so that you can hide in your room and study for your copious other midterms that you have to prepare for. On the bus ride to your home you send a quick frustrated message to your friend expressing the failure of a tutor you had, and the hopelessness you feel towards ever graduating and getting a stable job.

“Oh you’re home? We’re going to a dining hall do you want to come?” one of your roommates, a girl you’ve known since high school, asks you as soon as you walk through the door.

You grimace and shake your head apologetically. “Sorry, I’ve got a shit ton of homework to do before this weekend. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Don’t over stress yourself. You’ve been locked up in your room for the past 2 weeks. It’s like we haven’t seen you at all,” you other roommate adds.

You shrug noncommittally. “Sorry guys. I’ll join you next time for sure.” With mumbled goodbyes, they leave and you return to your bedroom.

Stupid Tao. Stupid Chinese Oral. Stupid fucking college.

Right before you can shed your clothes and shower your phone chimes a bunch of times in succession. It must be your best friend. When you open the messages, you’re greeted by straight Mandarin on your screen. Confused, you double check the sender.

It’s Tao.

Why the hell is he texting you, and in fucking Mandarin no less? Did he feel the need to add insult to injury by making you work to read whatever it is he has to say after you ran out of the study hall?

Huang Zi Tao:

>昨天你对了

>她真漂亮

>我太紧张了，不看她

>她讨厌我，我知道了

> 鹿哥, 帮我!

The words glare at you and you wonder if maybe it’s because you just got back from staring at your textbook that the words refuse to register in your mind. These words…you know all these characters.

Your bag falls from your shoulder as you glare back at the messages as if it’ll intimidate them into transforming into English.

There’s no way you could misinterpret something in English.

And there’s definitely no way that Tao miss sent 5 messages (five whole god damned texts) to your phone and…said you were pretty. You might suck at speaking Mandarin, but fortunately your writing and reading ability is the best in your class.

He thinks you’re pretty. He thinks you’re pretty and was too nervous to look at you and he…thinks you hate him. You pull the phone to your chest and blink owlishly at your bathroom door. What do you do? Do you message him back? Reveal yourself?

>怎么了?

The message sends and you don’t have the time to panic before you’re sent another message from him.

Huang Zi Tao

>每次她和我说话的时候，我看着我的手机

>我最坏的

Your fingers move across the screen as heat rises to your face.

>不对。You arent the worst

>lets meet again tomorrow. Same place at 3.

> leave your phone at home this time

What are you doing? What are you even doing?

You type out the short response and delete the smiley face you wanted to add. You want to seem indifferent. Embarrassed, but not nearly as much as he probably is, you lock your phone and escape to the bathroom hoping a shower will work some magic on your…

What is it that you’re feeling?

Excitement?

Giddiness?

Nervousness?

Apprehension?

Whatever it is, you hope the shower will get rid of it so that you can rest up before another study day (hopefully more successful than today’s) with Tao.

Your bag feels heavier on your shoulder today as you ride the elevator up to the 3rd floor of the study hall. After last night, Tao never messaged you back, but you figure he was either too mortified to initiate any further conversation, or he’d just fallen asleep.

Either way, you were here and you planned on studying no matter whether he shows up or not.

Clear as day you find him rigidly sitting in the exact same room, in the exact same chair that you left him yesterday.

No phone in sight.

Calmly, you open the door and step in, keeping your eyes glued to the ground as you settle in the seat you occupied yesterday and pull out your study materials. You make slow work of it. Taking each book out one at a time. Picking up 2 pencils and a pen and setting them down on the table softly before rearranging the order.

Finally, you decide to look up and when you do he’s watching you closely.

His eyes widen at the abruptness of your action compared to how slow you were setting up, and if you weren’t aware of what he thinks about you, you might have mistaken the way he looked off to the side as agitation.

But you do know what he thinks. And you know that he’s embarrassed. A weird satisfaction fills you.

“So I think we should start where we left off yesterday,” you say evenly. He cringes to himself and nods shortly before looking at your face once more.

“I’m so sor-”

“Chapter 9 right?” you look down at your book and pull it open to the page you’d left off on. His words die off as you shift your stuff around once more. Silence engulfs you both as you stare down at your book and he stares worriedly at you. This is suffocating you and you can’t even be mad. Because you did this to yourself???? You’re the one drawing this out.

With a sigh, you finally look up at his…wounded (wow you feel like shit) expression.

“I’m sorry!” he blurts suddenly. You jump in your seat at the volume. He clamps a hand over his mouth and breathes out heavily. “I…I thought I was messaging Luhan.”

“It’s fine.” The words come out easily, and really, it is. You aren’t mad at him. Not one bit. In fact, reading his confession made you like him more than you thought you would. You were ready to hate him, honestly, since he spent the entire day on his phone yesterday. But, you got your explanation, and some flattery. “What’s there to apologize over?”

His mouth parts slightly in shock at your words, before he tries to compose himself. “Oh…well nothing,” he pouts and you bite back a smirk at the confusion on his face. He must think you didn’t understand what he sent you. “How much,” he clears his throat as some of his confidence begins to come back. “How much did you…understand?”

You purse your lips as you pull out your own phone. When you set it on the table he blanches once more. You point to the first message. “You were right yesterday,” you translate easily. You point to the next, “She’s really pretty.” You smirk when you point to the third and catch his eyes. “I was too nervous, I couldn’t look at her…”

He swipes your phone off the table and hides it in his pocket out of your reach. You gape at him as he looks at you as if he can’t believe he did it either.

“Hey!”

“I get it! You understood what I wrote. Jeez you’re too brutal,” he grumbles. Smiling, you lean back in your seat and cross your arms over your chest. “I thought you needed a tutor because you can’t speak Chinese,” he lifts his eyes to look at you. Embarrassment fading bit by bit.

You nod. “I can’t speak it. You heard my tones. Reading, writing, and listening though? I’m perfectly fine.” Your smile is proud as you look back at him. He closes his eyes and groans loudly.

“I’ve never been more embarrassed in my entire life,” he mumbles to himself.

Stretching a leg out, you kick him lightly. “Don’t be. I…Your messages were really…cute. They were cute and you shouldn’t feel too embarrassed about it,” you admit shyly.

He brightens and smiles widely, so you cough loudly to avoid having to say more. You look at him with a smile. “So, Chapter 9?”

“(Y/N)?”

Your hand hovers in front of the door to the coffee shop you should have been leaving 20 minutes ago (but you and your friend got distracted talking while she made your drink) when you hear your former professor’s voice at a table near the door. She looks pleasantly surprised to see you, and you’re just plain surprised to see her. Classes are over for the year and you expected all of the professors to be off campus at this point. You smile politely and walk in her direction.

“Li Laoshi, hi!”

“Sorry to be bothering you, I know you’ve got somewhere to be,” she starts. You shake your head even though you do have to be somewhere… “I just wanted to tell you how well you did in my class, and how much I enjoyed having you.”

“Oh, no thank you for having me. I loved your class.”

She smiles genuinely and you glance nervously towards the door. “That’s good. Did you have any plans on joining the Chinese program to Taiwan next spring? It counts as class credit and an internship.”

“I plan on going. I just have to work out the details with my counselor before I apply. It sounds like a lot of fun and I need the credits-” you’re interrupted when you hear your name being called once again. When did you get so popular? Tao walks up to you and winds his arm around your shoulder.

Your teacher’s eyes widen ever so slightly and you subtly try to nudge him off of you.

“Hello I’m Tao,” he introduces himself and you want to die on the spot.

You sigh and smile apologetically to your professor. “Ms. Li this is Tao. Tao…this is my Chinese professor.” He straightens and reaches out to shake her hand, but you shove the two coffees that were in your hand into his chest. “Take these. I’ll be out in a minute.”

He nods and gives your professor one last smile. “It was nice meeting you!”

She grins back and raises an eyebrow at you. “Sorry I need to go, it was nice seeing you again. I’ll see you next year,” you say hurriedly.

You scurry to door and are halfway out when she calls after you once more. “Keep studying your Chinese this summer. The best way is to get a Chinese boyfriend you know.”

Your face heats up as you look out at the bench where Tao is sipping from both his drink and then yours as he tries to figure whose he likes more. “I know,” you murmur. With a final wave you trot over and steal your half drunken cup from your boyfriend’s hands.

>昨天你对了 = You were right yesterday

>她真漂亮  = She’s really pretty

>我太紧张了，不看她  =  i was too nervous i couldn’t look at her

>怎么了 = What’s wrong

>她讨厌我，我知道了 =  she hates me, i know it

> 鹿哥, 帮我!  =  Lu-ge help me!

>每次她和我说话的时候，我看着我的手机  = every time we talked i was looking at my phone

>我最坏的  = i’m the worst

>不对 = Wrong/Not right

[easkyrah]

So while I was delaying my hw by surfing through the web, I came across a quote that said, " 'Angels can fly,' she whispered, and then jumped." Can I challenge you into including this quote with Elain bc she's rarely mentioned? I'm really interested in seeing how your intricate, emotional, and haunting style and words incorporates this. Plus, I feel like this is kind of a hard prompt. But based on your works, I know you can handle it.

This short fic was written quite sloppily to K. Flay’s High Enough on repeat with Julia Michael’s Issues intervening once — perhaps playing the songs allow understanding in why I shaped the fic this way. The music greatly influenced the way this turned out from what I originally had in mind. I couldn’t quite find the edge I needed with this prompt, and recent events from reality pushed me towards this direction.

little bird, fly before they clip your wings for you have escaped the cage, where no man wants you to leave, forever chained

Angel

The air conditioner had broken this morning, causing damp currents of humid drafts to blast through the bakery. The loose strands escaping from her bun plastered to the nape of her neck, and Nesta had to occasionally wipe beads of sweat from her forehead.

Three more hours and she could retire for the day.

She tapped the customer’s order into the screen, ignoring the ache building up in her legs.

“That’ll be twenty dollars and twenty-six cents,” she droned, holding out her palm.

The older woman shuffled through her purse, and pulled out a wad of one-dollar bills. She frowned up to the Nesta, her forehead wrinkling. “Could you let the twenty-six cents go?” she tittered nervously. “I just have enough for twenty.”

Nesta’s face hardened. She was already on line with her boss, Ianthe. One more slip up, and she’d be fired.

Before she could turn away the elder and wave over the next customer, a tiny hand placed a handful of coins of the counter.

Elain Archeron blushed, nervously tugging a strand of golden-brand hair. “I’m pretty sure there’s about twenty-six cents there. Keep the change.”

Nesta watched the youngest Archeron dance off to her corner in the coffee shop, drawing up her knees to her chest, and staring out the window. Elain pressed her forehead against the window, tracing lines and shapes against the glass.

“What a nice little dearie, wouldn’t you agree?” the older woman crooned, and pushed the pile of coins to Nesta. “A lovely angel.”

Nesta internally snarled, snatching the bills and scooping the change. That was her money — precisely seventy five cents — that Elain had given back to her.

She dropped the extra forty nine cents in the tips box, watching her younger sister twirl out of the shop, twirling her bag around her elbow and tossing her water bottle in the air.

Cassian winced as he lumbered through the streets, rotating his sore shoulder. His wrestling partner had been merciless today, and it took Cassian an extra round to force his opponent to tap out.

If Nesta was in a good mood today, there was about a five percent chance she’d massage his tight muscles, usually ending with passionate kisses and fueled sessions locked in a bedroom.

He rubbed his bloodied knuckles, ignoring the dirty looks shot his way. A mother tucked her child under arms, muttering the word “savage” and “bastard” under her breath.

The breath winded out of him quicker than the punch his sparring partner had thrown to his abdomen. Society hadn’t been quite kind to him, watching him grow up in the sewers to become one of the elites.

A hand touched his wrist.

He glanced down to see the youngest Archeron sister. Elain pressed a water bottle into his hands and reached into her bag, fingering out a green towel.

Cassian gratefully took the towel, rubbing away the blood, and watching the stains weep into the fabric. The mother and child moved on, quickly shooting Elain confused glances.

Elain merely went on her tip-toes, slightly tilting her head. She grabbed Cassian’s hand and moved it so that the bottle poured a little bit of water onto the table.

“You should drink,” she lightly commented, wrapping the towel around his right knuckle.

“If only Nesta could be more like you,” Cassian sighed, and took a quicky chug of the bottle. “An angel.”

Elain stared into the distance, a little smile playing over her lips, as if she were seeing something he couldn’t. “But you like wildcats better.”

Cassian arched a brow and looked down at the youngest Archeron sister. “You’ve got that damned right.”

And he hurried away to the bakery, where the eldest Archeron sister awaited, casting one grateful smile over his sore shoulder to the youngest Archeron sister.

But she was already weaving through the crowd into the streets, her arms swaying to an unheard melody.

Lucien swore loudly as his blueprints scattered across the floor, black boots and thin flip-flop walking over them. Tamlin would have his head if he lost their company’s infrastructure plans for the new building.

He swooped down, gathering the papers into his arms as quickly as he could. Pedestrians briefly spared pitying glances at him, the malevolent few directly stepping onto the his plans, little smirks playing over their faces.

A passerby gently moved the crowd away, twirling in a circle around Lucien. The figure swooped down and gracefully plucked the blueprints farthest from him.

Lucien stared, enthralled by the beautiful golden-brown haired female. He gently took the blueprints from her outstretched hands, and smiled down at the doe-eyed beaut.

“Thank you,” he murmured, hefting the papers more securely in his grasp. “You’re my savior, my angel.”

She blushed prettily, gazing up at the sky. The sun cast down golden rays across her face, chasing away the shadows.

Lucien bowed at his waist, the ridiculous notion overcoming him. “May I know my rescuer’s name?”

She didn’t look at him again, much to dismay, but rather closed her eyes, her eyelashes fanning across her lids. “I am Elain Archeron,” she whispered, so softly he had to lean forward.

“Thank you, Elain Archeron.”

Her brown eyes opened, studying his red hair.

He awaited for those eyes to travel down his face and note the russet eye and scar running along his brow to jaw — to turn away in distaste, as all his former acquaintances refused to hire him for his appearances.

“A fox,” she lilted.

The corners of his lips tugged up. “Cunning and sly?”

“No,” her head slightly tilted to the side, a hummingbird’s movement. “Misunderstood.”

Lucien blinked, and watched the wondrous creature float through the crowd and past the street — into the trails of the green forest.

Azriel brooded silently, wondering why he knew bothered sticking around with his two brothers — Cassian and Rhys.

After his sparring session with Cassian, he’d taken the shortcut through the forest trails, only for Rhys to jump him and tie him to a tree. The match with Cassian fatigued his muscles beyond repair, the other brother the champion in hand-to-hand combat.

So it seemed he would remained tied to the trunk until he regained his strength and the pulsing headache faded.

Rhys had dragged him a little ways from the trail and in the shadows under the covers of a large, draping branch full of blooming leaves. Here, the darkness did wonders for the throbbing in his forehead, but did not alleviate the pain straining in his muscles.

Sighing, he leaned the back of his head against the tree, testing the ropes around him. The knot had been at the other side of the truck, so he’d have to somehow stretch the ropes out enough and slip underneath.

A gasp broke his concentration.

Azriel stared at the outline of a feminine figure swaying through the cluster of vines Rhys had dragged him through.

“You are ensnared,” the voice breathed.

Azriel watched the shadow move forward, revealing a phantom of a fading, suppressed woman, one struggling with inner demons — and seeing his own.

One who lived in the light but bathed alone in the darkness — one who had seen too much and saw too soon — one who listened to the insanity of humanity — one who danced along the lines of the beckoning darkness and toed the line of heavenly light —

— the ropes fell around his waist and ankles and wrists.

The woman emerged from behind the trunk, the thick rope unknotted.

Azriel bowed his head. “Thank you—?”

“Elain Archeron,” she mumbled. Her gaze flickered to him, asking the unspoken question.

“Azriel,” he easily returned, the cover of the darkness draping them both in silken robes.  

Elain turned the rope over in her hands, running her fingers over each harsh strand.

“You strayed from the path,” he observed, watching.

She merely smiled sadly and tilted her head to the side. “And what does that make me?”

Azriel stared at the pale cheekbones and haunted eyes, one would mistake with fragility. Her unbound hair messily tangled over her shoulder, as if searching for order and reason. He supposed that this creature wearing the robes of shadow’s whispers already knew of the answer — but desired confirmation, a sound.

“An angel?” she whispered, voice edged with the scratch of softness.

Azriel rolled out his shoulders, and looked at the dangling vines behind her.

“No,” he murmured. “A fallen one.”

A quirk of an eyebrow. “Fallen?”

“Not for sins — but for seeing too much.”

A nod, and a breeze of sigh. Brown eyes connected with hazel orbs, locked into an eternity of silence and understanding.

A little light of warmth protruded through the umbrella of darkness, shattering a tacit completion.

Elain closed her eyes. Azriel blinked.

“Goodbye, Az,” the woman whispered, and then disappeared between the canopy of vines — past the fleeting sanctuary of the oppressed’s suppression.

Elain Archeron pushed past the forest and stood at the edge. There was a rushing river at the bottom, culminating at a chasm and waterfall. The sun broke across the sky, eating away at the clouds.

She looked down, and at the flourishing and teeming greenery at the end met with rushing, flowing water.

Freedom beckoned her.

Pure, undiluted liberty.

Welcome arms, greeting her.

The taste of honey filled her mouth, and she stared at the golden beams shooting down, creating life from Earth’s rich soil, most battered away and cut into slices for construction zones.

She stared at the flight and pattern of birds soaring in the air, the monster of vines fading rapidly from memory. She remembered the drums of footsteps, stepping over creations and the Earth. She knew of the misunderstood and the broken, and thought of that fractured body still full of love and hope. She knew the darkness and coldness seeping into bones.

She stared at the whispers of nature and of light and of darkness — ensnared by the gray area.

She took a step forward, toeing the edge of the cliff.

“Angels can fly,” she whispered—and jumped.

— and as the wind tore at her cheeks and the coldness bit at her skin—the serenity quelled over her even though the chaos of the ending beckoned—

—she knew she would crash—

—because she was a fallen angel.

I want to note that I teared up writing this. I didn’t like the writing, but it forced itself out as a wicked weed. I’m not sure if this made sense to outside eyes, but if you can observe and note Elain’s condition, and the indirect flaws of society I shall not outright name, then I have done a sliver of justice. Sorry anon, hopefully I didn’t let you down too much ^.^

[garrickgoyle]

Title: the more i hear the less i know Word Count: 1653 (kill me i don’t even like garrick that much) Pairings: N/A unless u take into account garrick and miranda are, like, married Summary: *garrick done does get arrested* Notes: so here it is! i don’t have anyone to kill but i DO have a death eater to lock up (for the time-being at least since he’s back for round 2 in the nineties, presumably bc he’s one of those guys as is revealed). i wrote it between the hours of 4 and 8 am and it’s shit but it’s done and Uh hopefully a death eater being arrested will be a cool thing to brighten some characters’ days and make other death eaters scared LOL! anyway, the title is from the song “distractions” by groenland. Warnings: ok, so there are allusions to/vague descriptions of domestic/physical abuse, boys leering at girls, umm garrick continuously refers to an house-elf as an “it” even when the house-elf refers to herself as a she, ummm. y ea h. i think that’s it.

Garrick had never known a quiet night; there had always been some variation of noise wherever he was led. He had followed his father into the kitchens once as a boy to watch him order a house-elf to place its hand into an open flame, to keep it there and count to thirty. His father told the house-elf, in a saccharine tone, like he had been granting it a favor, that it was allowed to cry if it wanted to and that it had permission to scream. In the end, the house-elf didn’t cry and it didn’t scream, but Garrick could remember its broken sobs and whimpers. For the first fifteen seconds he watched its ugly, grey face wrinkle up in pain, and then he spent the remaining fifteen with his back turned, sneaking pastries off the table.

The lack of silence carried over into his school years, when he followed his housemates into the nooks and crannies of the castle. There was not a single empty classroom that they had not found, it felt like, that they didn’t fill with their conversation; they whispered about their plans, about what their fathers were doing. They made lewd comments about the half-blood girl in their Potions class, the one whose skirt always seemed a little too short for regulation. Garrick never did understand the muffled, exaggerated moans his friends made when they talked about getting a peek up a skirt on the staircase, but he felt something fizzle in the bottom of his stomach at the sound of them nevertheless.

He felt a similar fizzle the day he followed Gregor into Gringotts; what might have been a quiet evening in Diagon Alley exploding into chaos and ruin. Flashes of light illuminated his face and screams filled the air as they rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping over his feet with every other overeager step he took. It was meant to have been as quiet a kidnapping as possible but Garrick had never known anything without noise or a plan he couldn’t disassemble, sending its parts scattering; he could take orders and go where he was told, but action took a level of precision and reflexiveness that he had never quite mastered as he grew and his limbs stretched, flailing just as they had when he was thirteen.

But then there had been a roaring in his ears as he lifted his wand that night, a pounding, swirling, deafening tidal wave beating against his eardrums. And for a split second, in the time between the words left his lips and the woman fell to the ground with a thump, when it could have been silent if not for the rapidfire beat of his heart, he felt in control of every limb, nerve, and cell. He thought the woman’s face ugly and grey as it went slack and he felt rooted there, watching a trail of blood falling from her nose onto the pebbled street, but then in one nauseating swirl of motion, they were gone.

Garrick had never known a quiet night. His childhood summers were painted with shattered glass bottles, whiskey drenching the carpet in the parlor, in a house that had only recently became theirs. Up on the walls were pictures of ancestors with no blood relation to him, staring with an unwavering, penetrative gaze, as if they knew the Goyles cheated their way into wealth and into their family’s walls. He sometimes heard them whispering over the nonstop creaking of the house while he lay in his bed, though he could never think of what they would want to talk about so late at night and never in front of him. Their hushed conversations were often interrupted by the sounds of his mother crying, or his father’s shouting, by heavy footsteps stomping down the halls and slammed doors. Garrick was an only child and his father often hit him upside the head and reminded him that he was also a stupid one but his mother couldn’t give him any siblings to make up for it.

The parlor in which Miranda had now stood in had all new carpets and the portraits on the walls gazed at her with begrudging respect. She was holding a crying Gregory in her arms in a way that contradicted every passing complaint she made about feeling like a broodmare and when the nanny swept him out of her arms, it was even obvious to Garrick that she hated that that contradiction had the gall to exist in the first place. He thought for a moment about commenting on it, maybe requesting Gregory to be brought back into the room, when a sudden flurry of movement occurred; there was a loud crack! before a house-elf came stumbling through the door without announcement and Garrick instinctively tensed. Miranda looked incensed at the insolence and only managed to take two steps forward before the house-elf spoke.

“Mimney tried to tell them to leave, Master! She tried to tell them to go! But — But they wouldn’t listen!” It wheezed, then stumbled over the edge of the carpet and fell to its knees with a high-pitched wail. Garrick flinched; Miranda’s eyes hardened as they flitted toward him.

“Get to the fireplace, Garrick,” she ordered, moving toward him as if she would physically push him there if need be. For a brief, fleeting moment, Garrick felt something in him kick; if he had been any other man and if Miranda had been any other woman, he might have immediately identified it as a short bout of fondness. But they weren’t and never would be, so all he could focus on was the spike in his heart rate and the sweat that broke out across his brow.

“Wha—” was all the sound he had managed to make in return before the door flung open again, this time bringing two cloaked men inside, their Auror badges shining in the candlelight. The house-elf curled in on itself, half-dragging its body across the floor until it hit a hall, its wailing only growing louder as it rocked back and forth.

Garrick reached for his wand where he kept it in the inside pocket of his cloak but stopped short when he realized he wasn’t wearing it and before he could comprehend what his next step should be, Miranda’s own wand was flying across the room. She looked enraged at being immediately disarmed, close to spitting in the faces of the men as they came closer like they owned the space, looking more commanding in the house more than Garrick had ever managed to feel.

“What are you doing here?” She demanded, but their eyes glanced off his wife and landed back on Garrick. The one closest to him had curly hair and Garrick could quickly identify him as McKinnon, but his brain stuttered and skipped as he tried to recall a first name in his panic.

“Ye wanted for the murder of a muggle woman named Hope Lupin. We have several witnesses that have put ye at the scene and are ready t’identify ye in a lineup,” McKinnon announced, his wand in one hand while he held the other in a gesture arrogant in its sense of casualness, like Garrick wasn’t going to be a real threat — he wasn’t someone who’d have them on the tips of their toes. “Now, I advise ye can make this easy for ye ‘n ye wife here ‘n come with us without makin’ a mad dash, eh? Save us all some time.”

The last time Garrick tried to run from someone threatening him he was standing in that same parlor; his mother was crumpled on the floor much like the house-elf was, but she had been quiet. Garrick could hardly remember the last time he had even heard her voice. In his father’s hand was the spade for the fireplace as he stood as an enormous presence a few stride lengths from Garrick, much like Miranda was, but Miranda’s glare wasn’t pointed toward him nor was the curled lip in disgust. Miranda had squared off, aligning herself with him, because Miranda wasn’t anything like Garrick’s father but Garrick — Garrick was still the same thirteen year old who had took stumbling steps back, hastily trying to make a fruitless escape. Garrick hadn’t changed; he had killed that woman but he had also followed his orders, and yet he was still the same person he always was. He was still scared, small, and stupid.

In a split second, he made a dash for the fireplace, no real destination in mind beyond AnywhereButHereAnywhereButHereAnywhereButHere. He took less than a couple steps before he felt a strong shove at his back, the floor coming up to meet him. The last thing he heard was Miranda’s shout as his head hit the hearth, and then everything went black.

Garrick had never known a quiet night. He had never known one in the manor he grew up in, old in its age but new in their occupancy of it; he had never known it at Hogwarts, blindly carrying out commands barked at him by his housemates; and he didn’t know it then as he sat in a cold, wet cell in the middle of the ocean. He could hear the waves crash against the rocks, the pounding in his head, and the moaning, chanting, crying, screaming. They echoed in ways he had never thought possible; in an endless, winding loop, they wormed their way into his thoughts as he curled in on himself, pressed against the wall, the taste of blood flooding his mouth as he tried to recall Miranda’s words; the ones she hissed at him months ago as Gregor apparated them into the foyer, Garrick’s limbs shaking with pent up energy and his eyes darting wildly.

“An Imperius, Garrick,” she said, squeezing his bicep tightly. “That’s what you’ll say: it was an Imperius.”

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Okay (Part 4)

MULTICHAPTERED VAMPIRE AU BASED LIGHTLY OFF OF PLACENTAANDLLAMA’s FIC COMING OF AGE (WITH PERMISSION)

TW: blood, gore, angst? kinda? Phil's pretty dominant of Dan... just read it bc the bit of BAMF!Phil makes it so it'll be good lol also Dan's such a bottom in this oml (no smut tho srry)

WC: 12k for the entire fic

Dan stood awkwardly in the small clearing behind the old run down looking building Phil called 'The Nest', also known as the place Phil's clan lived in. Dan wasn't all into the all black outfit Phil had forced him into earlier, and he was pretty uneasy about being out in the middle of the night with the gibbous moon glowering over them intensely.

"Ready?" Phil asked, standing on the other side of the clearing from Dan, tall dark silhouette only adding to Dan's unease.

"Not particularly," Dan whimpered, barely loud enough for Phil to hear, even with his sharp senses.

"Good enough for me," Phil replied. Dan could just hear the smirk in his voice, causing him to stiffen. Before he could express his concerns however, Phil charged him, giving him barely enough time to duck out of the way, landing on the ground with a soft thud. He groaned and sat up to look at Phil.

"What the hell was that?" Dan screamed at the vampire. Phil chuckled lightly and a second later was towering over Dan.

"Training," Phil replied simply. Dan huffed, standing up. He began to brush himself off, not paying any attention to Phil. In the blink of an eye he lay on the ground, Phil on top of him, pinning him by the shoulders. "Rule number one, never take your eyes off of your opponent," Dan half frowned at Phil but wasn't really listening to the older in the slightest. His eyes were so bright and gleamed with excitement. How could Dan ever look away from that? It took him a few minutes too long, but Dan finally took his eyes off of Phil long enough to blink and compose a sentence in his scattered mind, more or less.

"I-um, yeah," Dan uttered, voice too shaky for comfort. Phil screwed up his face as he searched Dan's, trying to figure out what seemed to be troubling the boy. He didn't find it.

"What's that matter?" Phil blurted. He didn't seem to get why Dan was acting so... strange. Hell, even Dan didn't understand why. It just happened.

"I, um, get off of me?" Dan rasped, coughing a little because when he fell it disturbed some dust that entered the boy's lungs. Phil's blue eyes bore into Dan, as if demanding the answer to his question. The question Dan couldn't answer, even if he wanted to. The answer floated around him, flying just out of his reach as he lunged for it. Dan vaguely recalled a Greek myth or Bible story he'd read God knew how long ago where someone was being punished by forever starving and having food and water just out of reach that seemed to fit his situation quite well.

"Okay," Phil replied, seeming unconvinced by Dan's halfhearted attempt at dodging his question. Still, he pushed himself off of Dan and wiped his palms off on his dark and already quite dusty jeans. He waited for Dan to steady himself before speaking. "Things that want you dead wont let you off so easily," Phil said in a monotone voice lacking any emotions. Not a trace of concern could be detected.

"I wouldn't call tackling me to the ground with no explanation being let off easily," Dan retorted bitterly. Dan's mind took a moment to absorb the information he had just low key been tossed. Things that want him dead? Just how dangerous was this situation? He didn't know how to approach the topic subtlety so he just blurted out his concerns. "Wait, why am I supposed to know how to fight? Am I going to be attacked a lot?"

Phil let out a small sigh and gave the human a small crooked smile. "I figured you'd ask that, but I hoped you wouldn't, heh," He said nervously, scratching at the back of his neck.

"Well I asked so you should answer," Dan begged, voice more needy than he anticipated. He pushed his bottom lip in between his teeth before remembering the negative reaction Phil had the firsts time so he slip it out. Phil just shook his head slightly.

"I'm sorry, but at least I'm preparing you, or at least I'm trying," Phil answered weakly. Dan huffed but Phil seemed to ignore it, continuing on with the lesson. "Now, I want you to attack me now,"

"What?" Dan gasped. He couldn't do that! Phil was practically immortal meanwhile Dan couldn't even hurt a fly, even when it was really bugging him.

"You heard me, just do it," Phil insisted, spreading his arms and taking a step back. "What? You scared?" Phil mocked.

"No, I just-fine, whatever," Dan shot back. Dan had to decide rather to actually go through with picking a fight he knew he couldn't win or looking cowardly. He reminded himself it was just training and decided to take the plunge. He circled Phil, movements sloppy and unplanned. Phil frowned slightly but ended up keeping his mouth shut as he watched Dan. Suddenly Dan lunged his fist in Phil's directed, but he hesitated slightly which allowed Phil to just grin before catching Dan's hand in his own. Dan's eyes widened in shock.

"Don't do that," Phil advised. "Because I can do this," Phil continued as he pulled Dan forward before spinning him around and pinning his arm behind his back and elbowing him sharply in the back, causing Dan to weaken enough for Phil to push him to the ground. He crashed to the ground on his stomach and let out a muffled 'oof!'.

"Harsh," Dan breathed, rolling onto his back and propping himself on his elbows to squint up at Phil, who still had a cheeky smile on his face.

"You could of done better," Phil said, reaching out a hand to help Dan up. "Let's try again,"

"What?" Dan gasped, allowing Phil's help. "No way," Phil raised an eyebrow at Dan.

"It wasn't a suggestion," Phil replied harshly. Dan rolled his eyes before nodding, brushing himself off briefly.

"Of course," He muttered. He recalled being in math class and wondering when he'd ever use finding the slope of a line, but now, he wished for that feeling as he knew what he was currently learning would be put to use fairly soon.

Dan tried again, following Phil's advice to the best of his ability, then again when Phil said it wasn't good enough, and again, and again... Eventually Dan was just too tired to fight, even holding himself upright was proving to be a bit of a challenge. His body was coated in a layer of sweat and his knees shook as he leaned on them to catch his breath. He used to say he was exhausted, but never, in his privileged life had he truly known the meaning of the world. Until that first day of training. Still, Dan insisted he was fine, even though he practiced punches were beginning be more messy and forced. Phil didn't stop Dan though, he wanted to see how far the young man would push himself, see how long it would take until he would break.

"You sure you're good?" Phil asked for the hundredth time that night to a sleepy Dan sprawled out under him. "You look tired," Dan shook his head groggily, body shaking with a small yawn. Phil shook his head before scooping Dan up and helping him onto his feet.

"What?" Dan questioned weakly.

"Yeah, its beddy bye time for you, Danny," Phil sighed. "The suns almost up and we've been at it for hours,"

"Don't... call me... Danny," Dan said, pausing n between his words as if it was hard to speak so many words at once.

"Okay, whatever," Phil rolled his eyes and crossed his arms at Dan who was having trouble standing upright.

"Les go," Dan slurred, it was almost like he was intoxicated, only he was tired. Phil chuckled softly before standing next to Dan and wrapping an arm around the boy's waist, who was too tired to object. In fact, Dan even laid his head on Phil's shoulder as they walked to The Nest and then up to their shared room, avoiding all of the other members of the clan somehow.

When they entered their room Phil was sure to lock the door and slip the key into his pocket so Dan wouldn't escape. Meanwhile, Dan trudged to the bed before flopping down on his stomach and burying his face into the pillow. Phil rolled his eyes at Dan's melodramatic behavior, which seemed like the best way to describe the boy at this point. Melodramatic. He noted to himself how much dirt just got everywhere but decided to let it slide as Dan was so tired. Soon Dan's soft snores filled the room and Phil quietly draped a soft blanket over Dan's sleeping form before crawling in next to him.

"Goodnight, Dan," Phil whispered to the boy, knowing he couldn't hear him before drifting off into a dreamless slumber himself.

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